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Young Black America

The-Dream

Young Black America

2017

Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up
Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner
White man kill a black man, they never report

Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up
Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner
White man kill a black man, they never report

on a lie
It was made up
By a so-called prophet guy
I wrote a whole rap
About the story I was told
But now I know a bit more
Sit back and behold

Joseph Smith

He painted the canvas black and white
We flush the tux to have a casual night
Pumping fists for the radical rights
Flying magical kites in a land

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

use a gun by the way

Livin' down south in the land of God
Adam's in Cali still dealin' with his problems
Leo and Irene still whistlin' a happy tune

Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!

Smith
Don't know who that is, but that ain't Jesus
Long brown straight hair looking like the fifth member of the Beatles
Nazi blue eyes looking nothing

pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)

Bang Bang, Bang Bang Bang
Black man slain and the shots rang

The City Of God
Bishop in "Juice"
These are the stories told, by cats in a hat like Seuss

pops stuck up dope spots
Big black and mean with the
Fifth by the gabardine
What you expected from his next of kin?
I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican
I

checks
Black cars, v8
V12 they are all germans
Journey of a thousand miles
One step, right leg
Next step, left leg
Bit by bit we are getting there
Even for

wheels don't grip
Catch me in a field by myself
With a Smith & Wesson
And I'm humble but will still make you
Look like a jug of busted wine
I made myself

Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by

of the year
It's fucking facts
And any nigga say it's not
They getting fucking smacked
Yeah
My flow soulful to the air
Make you feel like you in church
It's

flat in a stained wood room
Usually strapped, but I just got capped
By a man in black or so you would assume
A dude like Lurch says on with the search

Military Mind

Killa Tay

Thug Religion

blinded by the liquor and weed
I made a change in my life and got some get right
Finally livin decent, no more creepin after midnight
I respect the words

to the Roman Catholic Church
Were it not for his equal number of lovers
He took up with a smith
And he took up with a jailer
But with every new profession his

a flow
And I preach too
Church
Feeling like a million bucks
Gang will snatch up and
Toss you in black truck
These bullet hot as fuck
Smith and Wesson got

aint role models
Black everything
I cant touch a gold bottle
Get in line
She sure to fall by the waist side
Bedroom cemetery of broken dreams
Must be In

an aspiration
But what would happen if
You reversed the situation?
Black rappers claiming they clap a
Black in the face
Talked about killing white people as much

play with the gang he get stitches
I been down bad it itches
Got 10k up in these britches
Got a Smith and Wesson on me
I would love to get a issue
Caught

a neutron being black, that get ya a sentence
Ain't been to church can't afford to repent, im low on pennies
Good guy get shorted now Spiffy need enemies

black thug for not going to church
We not getting tricked, no God house, no faithful spouse
We living on crumbs, come on, we mouse
'Bout to get trapped