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Black Scholar

The Black Scholar (TBS), the third-oldest journal of Black culture and political thought in the United States, was founded in 1969 near San Francisco, California, by Robert Chrisman, Nathan Hare, and Allan Ross. It is arguably the most influential journal of Black Studies and central to the very emergence of that field. After being renewed and reinvigorated in 2012, it has continued its influence. In 2017, The Princeton Review of Academic Journals ranked it the number-one journal of Black Studies in the United States. Its associated Black Scholar Press has published books since the 1970s. The journal is currently housed at Boston University's Program in African American Studies. more »

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Know that we're all lost boys
In the end, we'll be okay
What the f*ck's the cost boy, crumbling from all the pain
Niggas love to talk, boy, don't let it drive you insane
Know that's it's just all noise, they're mad you do what they can't

Know that we're all lost boys
In the end, we'll be okay
What the f*ck's the cost boy, crumbling from all the pain
Niggas love to talk, boy, don't let it drive you insane
Know that's it's just all noise, they're mad you do what they can't

Covered with a cloud, so it's hard to see
Nobody wants anything to do with me
But I'll turn it around, and then you will see
How I came from the ground and made life a dream

This world ain't for us cause we lead, we don't follow
I know that right now, your soul is feeling hollow
It will just get worse if you sleep in your sorrow
You'll only go up if you believe in tomorrow

Know that we're all lost boys
In the end, we'll be okay
What the f*ck's the cost boy, crumbling from all the pain
Niggas love to talk, boy, don't let it drive you insane
Know that's it's just all noise, they're mad you do what they can't

Know that we're all lost boys
In the end, we'll be okay
What the f*ck's the cost boy, crumbling from all the pain
Niggas love to talk, boy, don't let it drive you insane
Know that's it's just all noise, they're mad you do what they can't

I knew all my life, I was out of place
My brain was made with a different interface
I always tried, but that's not how I am made
Your head is in the clouds, mine is up in space

I was made for different things
Life's a pain, a trip to lead
I know you're in pain, you wish to leave
But you just need to paint a different scene

Know that we're all lost boys
In the end, we'll be okay
What the f*ck's the cost boy, crumbling from all the pain
Niggas love to talk, boy, don't let it drive you insane
Know that's it's just all noise, they're mad you do what they can't

Know that we're all lost boys
In the end, we'll be okay
What the f*ck's the cost boy, crumbling from all the pain
Niggas love to talk, boy, don't let it drive you insane
Know that's it's just all noise, they're mad you do what they can't

Black Scholar, yeah yeah
Black Scholar, yeah yeah
Black Scholar, yeah yeah
Black Scholar, yeah yeah

Black Scholar, yeah yeah
Black Scholar, yeah yeah
Black Scholar, Black Scholar
(moaning)

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