Lyrics:
like Harriet Tubman
Looked out the window by the black bed
I saw the pigs and the four on a flatbed
Then the light from the bird hit me in the face
isn't hers
But deep down I think a simple man she prefers
Every kiss was a death wish, every plan was a let down
Stopping the tears she pulls over by
At night I searched the local bars
And the migrant towns
Lookin' for my Louisa
With the black hair fallin' down
to just play ball,
But as time when by, my ball partners they started to fall,
But I was taught by the G from that old school,
As I got older, the old
age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
Down the road where the black top ends,
You can find Colt Ford with all his friends,
We're used to gravel roads, and fishin' with cane poles,
a lightweight
They tell me you nice and I'm like, "Wait"
Go get me a knife, you're looking like steak
And when the stakes are high, I stake out for days
gonna sit there till sundown
And talk about what they aint got
Someone just threw a clutch in an ol' pick up truck
Looks like they're riding on a streak
Remember those days
Sleeping on trampolines
The sun she was a comin' so we yelled and screamed
For her to go to sleep
And that ol black dog kept slipping
I'm on Death Row
Fuck it, niggas going wild, every night they shoot
It's like Beirut
Maybe you should get a Kevlar vest for your chest
Anytime
the Nightstick's blanket in a February chill
And the buzzards drove a crooked sky beneath a black wing halo
He was dealin' high Chicago in the mud
And stackin'
they get penance for they sinning
No justice
No peace
Is it safe for me to walk down the street
Will I be gunned down by a police
Or end up screaming I
went down like Bobby Brown
I said a rap and they took me to jail
Pulled out my bank and made bail
This is my story, it could not wait
It all
drove us to this poverty?
Trapped with starvin' seeds
Fightin' for sovereignty
Cold nights make the toddler freeze
Blood over my wallabies
can write
By the light of a miller light sign
And I'm so alive
I like the (Night life)
That's right (Prize Fight) it's on tonight
But I'm hunting for
on
Slow down, follow the process, I'm in the zone
One umbrella, two pairs come, you play your roles
Euros, really I'm out here, I'm in the pros
Black man
Through The Country', let's go John
Down the road where the black top ends
You can find Colt Ford with all his friends
We're used to gravel roads,
black night
Blue sky, mid July
Pass by to pass out
Slip into your house
Or I'm in then i'm out
Ignore the signs
Light gone from my eyes
I say I'm alright
violent
They labeled us young, wild, and homicidal
But hustlers treat my last shit like
It's some kind of Bible
'Cause I drove with my last
Brick in a Honda
to the heathens that he roll with
They shot him up and down nobody knows shit
My peers, little ears
Came up to me with a eye full of tears
Last night we was
tipped my cap
Then we piled up on up with the keg on tap
Gettin' high on the speedway
All night and the next day
Baby you know we get by today
Down
partner and me
Ah they drove away laughing but the message was clear
We don't care about nothing but the money down here
I come home to Maria in
faded like a picture
In that two-tone Monte Carlo
When you drove it out into the night
So blue, we'll dance till the morning
Till we fall down or they
the crypt of Her Lord who so lucidly slept
Benighted
Exhaling the wail of black widowhood's toll
Waxing eternal night entered Her soul
Now haranguing
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