T.O.B.E. (feat. Hillz)
CØLEMAN
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I'm a multi-faceted euphemized orator I might switch up the flows now so I don't bore later Someone pick up the mic and I might annihilater Fam calling me home I gotta do my chores later And Mom won't let me on the streets And Pops saying I might get popped by the cops when I'm in my sleep But it's discrete, on an empty stomach with nothing to feed I feel like bullets they shooting at me give me something to eat Or maybe I should just eat those I mean it's it's pig after all man f*** the law, that's as far as it goes What else do I think when I see one of my bros out on the floor Getting cooked like his streets was the stove But we know, we all know, Mom pops we all know So Cal to New York, all the way to Chicago 27 amendments and there's still not one that I know That's been protecting me or my people through low and high notes Big pimpin and poppin and movin it on the D-low Had a Homie who moved them for the low his name is Stee Low Ridin through mini cities and bangin the way he living and showing em He's the realest of all time who fuckin wit him Cause he could pump a semi and pour up a little Remy To loose up the cold feeling on the block cause it was chilling But he was only chilling just kickin in it on the really, no really No seriously, no playin, who fuckin wit him Don't follow him Track his every move stop him like hall monitor Auditor sold his soul like the slaves to the odd father No officer he didn't do nothin wrong But the pigment of his skin had em in back of the car And even though he wasn't guilty they still lock em in bars And he in prison on some bullshit goin 10 years strong But they just legalized weed sell it all day long But they tell you black is the odd one out of the pond And when he get out of the pen he don't have no life He got struggling kids and a miserable wife So he follow God he told him to follow the light And it led him straight to the streets so he could fend for his life So he back to selling dope on the corner of hell With the fear in his stomach that he gon' end up and jail But he cant get no job no no house so he gotta sell Consequently led ass straight back to the cell Consequently led his ass straight back to the cell (Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah) Consequently led his ass straight back to the cell Monetary visions had em out there whippin the field so Positively he had figures that could pay for the bail But wander if he ever figured that he chosen to fail So he could be an example of how our life is for sale Under powers that may be to bigger evil than hell Cause a devil that you know is red and ain't even real But a devil in today is wicked wealthy and well With filthy riches and a skin complexion crackin n' pale And it's plenty of em' walkin the earth to no avail And it been this way since the European sails To the Motherland, will a brotha stand, to the governMANt? Kill em' I'm another man, I deserve a chance, Kill em' I can't even dance, I just wanna stand, livin' on American land that I had In a village that yo fuckin people pillage and then paint me as a villain Mothafuck a feelin! if i said it then i meant it The definition of stress is being Black and then livin in institutional tenants and Gettin cheddar to spend it in digits and for the children to grow up into da system and Wishin that we can pay they tuition If they get into them colleges and then into them riches That's a Black life What that shit worth? I'm from the hood, n***a But I'm in college, n***a For the knowledge and the blue strip six figures And For my key to the city big OG's And for my (hey) Black Kings and my Black Queens I'm a Bruin, n***a I got young, n****s But even when I make it out here I'mma struggle wit em So for my college n****s Don't forget the picture You ain't make it if yo brotha still up in the pin up I'm a Bruin, n***a I got young, n****s But even when I make it out here I'mma struggle wit em So for my college n****s Don't forget the picture You ain't make it if yo brotha still up in the pin up Still Black Even if I'mma make it, I'm bringing all my shit back Yeah I'm bringing all my shit back, back to the people who made me, not the 'shadies' Yeah, cause I'm still black, even if I'mma make it I'm bringing all my shit back
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Written by: Amani Skinner, Coleman Bryant
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