Lyrics:
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
and a blue one for me
Another red pass sit's menacingly
On the bench
The clerk doesn't mention my father's absence
I copy my mother and clip my pass
With a bubble eyed bitch
Lighting up your life flying pass all yemps
Cause hoes'll get shife
I swang and swing, down M-L-King
Drop screens on the scene,
sweeter than Damita Joe
She act conceited tho and I'm a get deleted yo
I'm not a musician, but I play a instrument
The ragin' bull handle any kind
Even though I never rocked the stage on Summer Jam
I'm in the lab makin tracks 70 grand
that get heard by crazy fans like Stan (hey man)
Who like my
the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough
it true)
Colors
Leave me black and blue berry
And ya sweet too (Sweet)
And I got a sweet tooth (Sweet)
Sugar high when i’m under you (Under you)
beauty.
Bewitched by these charms.
Fire branded onto the flesh of this shroud,
screaming death so madly serene.
Blue scarlet spatters on freeze dried
the snowbirds are breaking south
For good luck, I'm breaking out the pork and sauerkraut
Black eyed peas and collard greens, nah mean? No doubt
Snowball battles
you into a black eyed pea,
Blinding lights with just one swing,
it’s as easy as A B SEE,
When we walk in it’s VIP,
If she eyes me ‘I’ give her ‘D’,
big grin
Think the world be for the taking
Perception shaken
Strings played with by Gepetto
Pot call kettle black
Niggas lost the will to live
Well so
in blue repose
The child on her lap with golden halo
Here he is. There he goes
Here he is. There he goes
Here he is. There he goes
Accompanied by
willing and able jackie taught me how to add with
Dried up black eyed peas on the kitchen table
And coming home to a mothers love and good care
Never
heart a mess
'Nough to make you confess
Now, dreamin' ain't no capital crime
Hot little mama, little blue eyed baby
Swept my feet right off the ground
And the congregation stared at the freaks
Their leader it seemed was a one-eyed machine
And he spoke in a monotone groan
All this color, said he causes grave misery
It
and measure it in the wrong direction.
See the ruler would point down towards the ground as her own hair screams to be accepted upwards by the sun.
The same
activities it isn't even in the same category
Your best friend, your equal, the blue eyed boy next door that you told your
Family was your soulmate when you
of Jesus are always blond and blue-eyed
They fact-check conspiracies and ask you to stop, and then
You say you're persecuted when your content is blocked
You
Let me introduce you to my time machine
See my souped up bird spread her golden wings
Going back in black through my neighborhood
My main street
sweeter than Damita Joe
She act conceited tho and I'm a get deleted yo
I'm not a musician, but I play a instrument
The ragin' bull handle any kind
daddy
I'm hitting 21st in the blue and grey Caddie
I'm feeling like Scrappy, or is it Scooby-Doo?
'Cause I'm chilling with the motherfucking Dogg Pound
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better,
them scriptures
That's the silence of the niggas
Hannibal was Black too
That's the fuckin kicker
All these lil factuals provided by the victims
I don't
shit
I thought it was a code to this shit they ain't abiding it
Ain't no manifesting this year I just go by the shit
Finna put the presi on my wrist Joe
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