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Matte Black
by Miguel Franco
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Politicin' over proclamation that will/
Free a nation of black bodies stuck in an occupation/
Meanwhile Islands that are seen as Haitian fought for their/
Librations but didn’t get to sit with over nations
So what’s July 4th to the Negro?
If she never knew her freedom until June yo/
She didn’t know she was with child until the third trimester/
But liberation was always her’s she didn’t need his words/
Liberation was always her but you know (Its like that)/
When you Black and your skin is all you have and you/
Can’t escape the past cause you been through all that (Its like that)/
Got to Craft, got to put art to that cause/
The pain will crack the mask that we wear to hid the past/
Ima, Black artist, entrepreneur, crafting/
intellectual property that I procure unalienable/
I am human, my gift of rap is a/
testament to all that but the fact still remains/
The ownership of what you create is still in chains/
They still policing bodies and putting them in a cage/
So much to stress him, that why I got to tap a higher lesson/
The beauty of Black art’s Devine intervention/
I said the beauty of Black art is Devine (Its like that)/
When you Black and your skin is all you have and you/
Can’t escape the past cause you been through all that (Its like that)/
Got to Craft, got to put art to that cause/
The pain will crack the mask that we wear to hid the past (Its like that)/
When you Black and your skin is all you have and you/
Can’t escape the past cause you been through all that (Its like that)/
Got to Craft, got to put art to that cause/
The pain (paint) will crack the mask that we wear to hid the past/
(Thats why I) Came with the Matt black rap when I backpack/
No white washed type raps, that’s a fact that/
Some who do this craft can’t seem to grasp that/
Paint there voices mad black, minstrelin' in the back/ (round)
I see they stool the soul, took the gold in tow/ (tone)
Liking my oppression as if I just stub my toe/
Telling white lies is like minimal sentencing/
For them white lines, between a judge and a rock [ma man] it’s like a/
Life time So what copy rights do I have/
When the Rock and Roll was stolen from ma Fam/
Mean While Slavers Decedents party on Ocean 11/
Yacht rock on their boats with hoes and Steppin’/
To “Blessing Rains in Africa” But/
They don’t want the Reign of Afro-kin/ yup
They like to claim that I came right after them/ But really I
nurtured them, And still some how they call me the worthless one/
Politicin' over proclamation that will/
Free a nation of black bodies stuck in an occupation/
Meanwhile Islands that are seen as Haitian fought for their/
Librations but didn’t get to sit with over nations
So what’s July 4th to the Negro?
If she never knew her freedom until June yo/
She didn’t know she was with child until the third trimester/
But liberation was always her’s she didn’t need his words/
Liberation was always her but you know (Its like that)/
When you Black and your skin is all you have and you/
Can’t escape the past cause you been through all that (Its like that)/
Got to Craft, got to put art to that cause/
The pain will crack the mask that we wear to hid the past/
Ima, Black artist, entrepreneur, crafting/
intellectual property that I procure unalienable/
I am human, my gift of rap is a/
testament to all that but the fact still remains/
The ownership of what you create is still in chains/
They still policing bodies and putting them in a cage/
So much to stress him, that why I got to tap a higher lesson/
The beauty of Black art’s Devine intervention/
I said the beauty of Black art is Devine (Its like that)/
When you Black and your skin is all you have and you/
Can’t escape the past cause you been through all that (Its like that)/
Got to Craft, got to put art to that cause/
The pain will crack the mask that we wear to hid the past (Its like that)/
When you Black and your skin is all you have and you/
Can’t escape the past cause you been through all that (Its like that)/
Got to Craft, got to put art to that cause/
The pain (paint) will crack the mask that we wear to hid the past/
(Thats why I) Came with the Matt black rap when I backpack/
No white washed type raps, that’s a fact that/
Some who do this craft can’t seem to grasp that/
Paint there voices mad black, minstrelin' in the back/ (round)
I see they stool the soul, took the gold in tow/ (tone)
Liking my oppression as if I just stub my toe/
Telling white lies is like minimal sentencing/
For them white lines, between a judge and a rock [ma man] it’s like a/
Life time So what copy rights do I have/
When the Rock and Roll was stolen from ma Fam/
Mean While Slavers Decedents party on Ocean 11/
Yacht rock on their boats with hoes and Steppin’/
To “Blessing Rains in Africa” But/
They don’t want the Reign of Afro-kin/ yup
They like to claim that I came right after them/ But really I
nurtured them, And still some how they call me the worthless one/
