gone to Black It's very Pepsi-poster At one she held me back Remember every motion of her As ran away to Black She went astray to Black In strait canal
picture of a beautiful night You carried me from your car up the stairs And I broke down crying, was she worth this mess After everything and that little black dress After
of shits Styles guns my Uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton Bucking down one, bucking down two Bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black
it friend, but all these years Face to face, ain't nobody said nuthin' Livin' in these wicked days, tryin' to get over my wicked ways Time after time
next six years Derelict, black, chalky and dangerous I wondered if squatters lived there I'm still not sure but I know There were never any parties 'cause it was a shithole After
's an example, you have never seen A black man come into Miami With pounds and pounds of marijuana Pounds and pounds of cocaine You have never seen a black
Dreaming of days when I could just fly away I'm trying to stay strong but after today I'm feeling down So who could be behind my smile I'm crying out
black wings Riding the cursed wings of grief Silence! Hear sorrow laughing Hear joy crying Ride the black wings of sorrow Silence! Hear death screaming Hear life dying After
Gators to blazers, low fades and razors Big dick saloon, I contact the womb; the black asian Which location keeps circulating I want the twin power after
ground beef, in the streets, so we street's clone Like fresh fruit, from a tree, so the heat's blown Your momma missing, your boys are crying Cut ya balls
't give a damn if ya'll don't get it So fresh and so clean in my new jean While I'm laughing at the bacon, you're all crying at the clinic I read a couple
fifty four draw As my pilot, steers my Leer Yes my dear shit's official, only the Feds I fear Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot crying The kids,
His boo was locked up in the car on the phone and tripping hard Screaming, fuck that bitch was scurried, "There's a killer out there" Cut that crying
boo was locked up in the car On the phone and tripping hard Screaming Fuck that bitch was scurred There's a killer out there Cut that crying shit
backseats Systems that are kickin', sinkin' many black beats (This and that goin' on [unverified] street) I remember the time there was a jam in [unverified], the music No [unverified] till after
When I think about the time that I sat crying in my beer Jukebox pounding misery from ear to ear I know I'd tell myself I'm better off without you here
to a jet black crowd What it's like to be black and proud In a world where white is right but not tonight This is a black man's might I heard a sister
asking god Before I go Just give me one good cry If I could cry maybe one good time i could wash away all my pain And maybe free my mind After my shows
