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Where's God, when shxt goes down? (it ain't right)
"There's not an individual who's ever confessed Christ, who has not but one time or another,
to stand up and just
Fight for what you believe in
I don't call it violence
I just call it self-defense
Call it black intelligence brought
To by the people
the way the story goes
You may say I'm sick
But I know that without the thing
My life ain’t worth a prick
Who got my?
Cause I don’t work without my black
funny?
I don't know cause he talks about his
Battle with Freeway like the four
Touchdowns he scored back in high school
You the black Al Bundy
Y'all wanna
Black guard Mary is one that we all know
Black guard Mary holds a corner of her own
Black guard Mary walking down the road
She knows she's a mean old
Pointing you towards where you have to go and learn to grow
In ways you never know
But no, they will not let you
Organized chaos is what will get you
They
French back, seduced her stoned (okay)
Told her "Je t'aime!", please don't rain on my people!
Where'd the hope go? Where'd the hope go (I don't know
Than Billy Graham or Mary Millingham with no drawers on
Piss artists who feel they're owed one after time
Rise up from the slaughterhouse into the mime
let's see who strong
In the gaze of the strange, where nothin stays the same
Where new faces come through with similar game
Now who you thought was
people know me
Now where's my God damn trophy?
I'm under a microscope, for the songs I wrote
Cause the ganksta of love don't scapegoat
I tell it like it
all-black backpack (Bow)
Let me take em' back to where the cash at
(Cash At)
380 in that all-black backpack (Bow)
Let me take em' back to where the cash
white powder
Black power, black power, white powder, white powder
I been whippin' in this for some hours
One time for the dope man, dope man, just
There's a place I know where the train goes slow
Where the sinner can be washed in the blood of the lamb
There's a river by the trestle down by
There's a place I know where the train goes slow
Where the sinner can be washed in the blood of the lamb
There's a river by the trestle down by
now
But at the time I was going I
Would look around at the work
Of the class and not feel inspired by the
Teachers, and I kinda, the
Idea of being
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son
Showbiz & A.G. and Black Sheep
We're in (e.f.f.e.c.t.)
[ CHORUS ]
You know how it goes (You know how we do it)
You can't blow the spot (cause we
lil niggas lil
For not being shooters
But when the shooters here they're mute or go silent
I'm quiet cus at the end of the day
I know who's the judge
where the shit goes down
[ VERSE 2 ]
Now niggas like they credit and they like to get they loans on
So I hooked up with my boy who turns them phones
to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
He said, "Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?"
"Of course we do, we know who you are"
of a moment in time where
Women who are fighting for their lives to get
Justice and be treated fairly & you
Just looked at it as an opportunity to
Get ahead
left us
Well he's gone and life goes on, you know
We had a crew, but one by one we go
Memories of his face that was full of joy
Rock-a, Rock-a bye,
don't see
When the moon shine newly
You know who else is a Black Star? (Who?) Me
You know who else is a Black Star? (Who?) Me
You know who else is
your truth
You came from queens Black women know your roots
If you listen to every word that was uttered,
You should've discovered, the truth
That's
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