Lyrics:
Don’t fool yourself by thinking we got equal chances
If we’re talking heads or tails then the blacks are the latter
Wanna be Lebron, but required to be
Produced by: mafia mula baby/4xL/Earworm
Skit Vocal by: PlanZ普兰兹一
Recorded by: 马红尘 (025 Studio)
Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊/瑞
Stevv Tsui:
Wait (mafia mula
peace, the struggle of a black man
Welcome to the real world, where the man tests your mind
I say "Hi I'm Dominique", they look at me like I'm lying
Got
precision, puts my pain in remission
I feel pain and I want you to feel it too
My insides hide pride and it’s black an blue
I’m going thru the struggle, will
[Chorus: see-Rayz Walz]
We live! Where ya close friends die
And they say that a man ain't supposed to cry
We live! Amongst the stress and struggle
please i know we need this
Women's rights black lives all lives house wives
Tired of the separation in this beautiful life
Come together love is all you
stand and scream?
Does he marvel at our tyranny?
An infantry of hate led by the ministry
We revel in malignancy
In this struggle to survive, nonsense
my craft
Ain't Nobody show me shit
Man I got it out the mud, Had to hustle
Had to struggle,
Had to tussle
Off the muscle nigga
Got it on my own cuz I
males being black mailed by supremesist
Label us as dangerous, to get us off the premises
In factuality, we're the owners of this property
We just
soldier, (dont man say nooOoo)
Im a ghetto soldIER, (how white say nooOoo)
yes a ghetto soldier, (black man say nooOoo)
Got an S on my chest hahaha
friend was killed by a drunk driver
The guy got out of his car
And shot my friend in the face
'Cause I'm beginning to feel
Like a black god, black guy
Bliccys mad, look
We just be lurkin' and seein' em
Trust me, I shoot up the cab too
Take shots if you feenin' to be with em
He a opp, that's ya mans, he
unemployed
While the rich man try to play Pretty Boy Floyd
While the working class just struggles hard
Try to make ends meet against all odds
While
An unidentified Ferrari looking object flying by me on the highway
You know how fast you were going?
Nah not at all man
You must have been going pretty damn fast
Some niggas gon run and stutter
Turning they self in never seen a black man
Flying dope on a plane
But they lock us up for it
Shackle us with chains
unemployed
While the rich man try to play Pretty Boy Floyd
While the working class just struggles hard
Try to make ends meet against all odds
While
using my brain,
That’ll be when i will lose it,
Done with the struggle, i‘m already through it,
Through it,
Man i swear that i been through it,
dae grip land
En na so de money dae by Zip bag
The only man wae dae tackle the hit man
En dem know say ar kin sorkor mingle with the borkors tell these
people who can't eat
Black people who don't know no knowledge of themselves
Yea, yea
They don't wanna see young man make it, a young black man make it
Kisses at me
I seen the man you rollin wit
A baby,what you carryin
I don't go remorse
Or no envy when I stare at him
Fightin in my spirit,to be cordial
even see what's about to go down, man
SMG, Bitter Harvest, drop it
These cats don't know nothing about old school, man
Nothing about old school, you feel
days reacting to what
They bring good things come our way
Followed by bad things we struggle
As best we can to gain some control
Because being helpless
this
Like a fabric from a seamstress, I'll cut you like a hem
Hack you like phlem
And friends are hard to find so be careful
Said by my man The are
unemployed
While the rich man try to play Pretty Boy Floyd
While the working class just struggles hard
Try to make ends meet against all odds
While
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