Lyrics:
to die,
American propaganda, South African lies
Will not force me to take up arms, that's my enemies' pride,
Ands I won't fight by his rules that's
stricken the
Little broke boy and baby
Somebody say "Kendrick American they
Sho’ is crazy" and I said "why?"
Then he looked me in the eye
He said homie you
keep a stick on me when i slide
Done with that bitch and im cutting my ties
Fucking that bitch like american pie
Intro
Issa whole lot of gang shit stay
Them steady telling me my life don't matter
There is a specific problem that is happening in the African American community that Is not happening in
courage
Black people are being murdered in the streets by police
Every day
He said let me tell you if you wanna be woke
You gotta listen to the stories
a t parlà
Che a fa na cos a liett
Ess fa bye vac in stand-by
Però nu sia mai m'scagn P'fess
Dic quann mai che n'parl a fa
Po a vec cu n'at e m'zombn e nierv
On this episode of Black At Times
We here to examine the overall spiritual state of the American Black male
Episode 304
I feel so close
What would it take to make you relate
To someone who judges by skins?
My heart and my brain won't let me be chained
Or fooled by a wolf in sheep
a psycho…
I'm a Canadian psycho
High on American hydro
Back to Australia I go
I travel through the time zones
Like a terrorist I blow planes right out the sky
that ever makes sense to me
Is the words to a song from
An American movie
The only thing that ever made
Sense in my life is the sound of my
Little girl
they fear it
A cold criminal, gat by the genital
Pussy by the centerfold, ravishing indigo
Appealing matter
Nifty camper with a witty camp
Of niggas
breed, American, she call me papi (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Vroom, vroom, Hellcat, give it to the goons (vroom)
On that Earl Manigault, shootin' it out
One time for the way I make the music that they twerk too
I need my check too my american express oouu
She's so fortunate it's only right she get me
I-I-I-I-I love to get so high
(Love ooo)
I-I-I-I-I want to touch the skies
(Want ooo)
Sir I gotta tell you, one thing about me
I ain't planning
Give me your tired and your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
Icebreaker!
I know a silent nation in dislocation
Frustration from
like?
Everything looks better when you're in a different light
Look through the green glass for me, will you?
Look through the green glass for me
the last question
Damn, ma'am, please, please
Please help me out
New Malcolm X, by any means
I learned from what I seen, had a dream
'Til it turned
up, Mommy get your feet off The Table
The cable luck bare, my man got me one on his leckle
It's nothin' for me to get up with you, guts with you
Blow
and Tarcisia told me where they were going and told me it was 38 via Regnoli. So she said “Would you like to come down?” By this time we’d moved up to Villanova,
Lovely girl, won't you stay, won't you stay, stay with me?
All my life I was blind, I was blind, now I see
Lovely girl, won't you stay, won't you
with me?
All my life I was blind, I was blind, now I see
Lovely girl, won't you stay?
Oh, oh, oh
Oh my my, oh hey hey
Here she comes by saving
cash for eighty seven
Some did it got paid, some jams were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade
Go by, and why, cause they
my
Verse One
(Psychologists)
Hello Cato you can have sit
What brings you in just see me
By the way I bought your CD
Gotta say I am impressed with
at 4, the cops at my door
Police trying to id little American me
But I was on the plane by 3, flee American greed
To the south with my folks where they
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