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damn black-on-black crime man
what the *** man. *** is out they *** mind. Yo, I say brothers are outlandish
Can't respect a man until a pistol in his hand is brandished
And they hear about the bodies that vanished like Atlantis. Put it in the bible
God damned us, the curse of Ham. Son of Noah son blow ya like he's
the son of Sam
Son of Hova life like life in Vietnam. Lucky we live to grow older soldier
believe the scam. no blood of lamb on doors to protect your loving fam from thugs that a slam
through doors with fours pause...and BLAM just to settle scores when the mettle roars in a
place where pimps peddle *** and drug peddlers pipes placed in jaws keeps
money flowing like reservoirs
speak in admittance our life is like a jail sentence with dry eyes I shed tears through every
written sentence
just to put it down/ people be preacher but dogs don't want to listen till they locked
in the pound so I rap to
give you a hap view/ of rotten parts of the big apple where cops will entrap you if they don't
clap you or just let the butt of the gun slap you
us being poor is unnatural/ follow the road that Garvey and Malcom put X on the map to
with aggression man
we shouldn't be oppressed people
that prey on oppressed people instead of joining together and fighting oppression
since the slavery transgression we still aint learn our lesson
man this depressing
but I got a suggestion *** a clothes line we have a whole Continent to invest in
more
expensive clothes for bros to flip o's and rip foes when *** blows to keep themselves
dressed in being Black ain't a curse man it's a divine blessing
blessing/ blessing/ blessing