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my shit. We're gonna hit everything. We don't kill you
We stay by myself. I don't know I keep the bitch. I cuz she won't give it talk put any work

of a crow
Lest I feel it feasting on me
Dress this black tongue so beastly

I'm going to throw it out the window, rip by rip and shred by shred
I want to hear

let me perform my song‚
So I shot up the arena
You can keep the indica 'cause
I'm smoking on sativa
You can keep that black bitch
'cause I'm fucking

Strangers and passers-by, Persons unknown
Turning a blind eye, hope to go unrecognized
Keeping your secrets, Persons unknown

Housewives and prostitutes,

Livin' for the City

The Dirtbombs

Ultraglide in Black

2001

A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong

Balacananas, I'll takе a pair
Walk em in, pew pew, lеave em layin there
(Layin there)

I'm cleaner than a bitch
But I'm ridin' dirty (Yoom)
Ain't got time for no

Black skin, dirty hair, got no money at all
Just a few coins hidden in a crack in the wall
Everybody's mocks him, makes him crawl

He's a lonesome hobo,

with the accent
Quick like a bandit
Girl I know you planned it
Leave a man stranded
Broken and abandoned
Acting like we have it
But we never had it
Black

through the pain
Like Cain living in shame
Bullet kissing the brain
Wishing your young again
Sail away to a better time
Passing you by 
Clear in your mind

Yo, it's one AM I wake up in a cold sweat
With images in my head that I'm trying fo-get
And quivering in my hands that I normally don't get
My hair

Don't ever laugh as a hearse goes by
For you may be the next to die
They wrap you up in a big white sheet
From your head down to your feet

They put

worms in your heart.

Your black hair has turned ashen-dead, and white skin's grey by soot.
I can still hear your voice, and like fiance come to you,
Now.

the grey hairs
People think I'm tripping higher than the price of gas
But I gotta have it like a geeker need a blast
Life's full of test and to live you

to remind you 

Sayge nigga it's like 
Being a black man in this world 
Who love us 
Nigga who love us forreal 
We don't even got our queens with us no more

black jeans so tight
Hand in mine, stay by your side
Look so good, but no surprise
Always shining like a light
Big sweetheart, you just my type
Open book,

The Gambler

Marc Almond

Treasure Box

1995

And fear brushed his ageing brow
For he'd seen those men before in his dreams
Here they sat before him now

And the one smoothed back his black hair

and
pull on my hair 

Back at it now 
Building empires by the coast
Till we known for doing the most
From the port to the post 
Grab your glass and raise

black fist raised in the air
With my nappy hair, I needed a flare

Deep in the darkness, lost and squandered
Part of my gifts, I wandered the earth

Thug Love

Big Punisher

There's Something About Remy: Based on a True Story

2006

on the block sick like what cha doin' wit that spic
Y'all don't know? Puerto Ricans and blacks make the cutest kids
Ya hair, my eyes, ya nose, and my lips
If

The Pain

Murs

Murs 3:16: The 9th Edition

2004

See I'm a single black male, dark hair, dark eyes
Long walks through a park and a lot of them lives
I'm a little bit shaded by a lot of what I see
So

Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair
and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
she struggled hard but they forced her to go up

found herself trapped in a cauldron of heat
Surrounded by a feast but only given scraps to eat
Lights came on, masks came off, orders came down, 
Dirty

hold a grudge 'cause I won't budge
Playin' tough, starin' down the judge with my hands cuffed
Standin' there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear
Au

Bucktown

Smif-N-Wessun

Boot Camp Clik's Greatest Hits: Basic Training

2000

hold a grudge 'cause I won't budge
Playin' tough, starin' down the judge with my hands cuffed
Standin' there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear
Au