AmeriKing
God curseth my skin...
Crabs in a barrel I'm more like a chimp
God blesseth my kin. Pump the same blood but I'm darker than him
And they like to make jokes about it, like I'm supposed to be kosher bout it
Yeah, yeah, I'm so black... In the night time I'm looking like a ghost about it
But uh, you really wish you had my walk. You really wish you had my talk
I ain't trafficking no drugs sir, but yet you wanna say it's my fault
You don't wanna give us jobs
When we go rob then you scream, oh my god
Now it's money for bond. But I can't pay it cuz I no have job
Mann tell me how that work tho. I'm Pissed off like a urinal
We the people of the earth yo. God gotta be hurt yo
Oh you got a privilege? Please don't ignore me, one second just listen
No Zimmerman prison? Pop pop pop blocka, & he is just sickened
But we the ones you fear... Built the whole country. You don't even want us here
Man it's really not fair. Hoodies not allowed. Can't even grow a beard
Blood of a slave, strength of a god, heart of a king
My people are sleep. We have a dream! Martin the king
From the, black kings to the black queens
To the black nose on the black sphinx
You hear the black voice on the black beat
Hol up, lemme tell you what black means
Black is infinite... Nothing to discriminate, I'm living it
Getting a couple of chills then that means you hearing it
Black males getting black mailed, I'm aware of it
Jesus is black, Jesus is god... That's why you fearing it
People please take the chains off, use my lyrics as a chainsaw
You don't gotta twerk ya ass off... Baby girl work yo ass off
Take care of the children
That is my future man please stop the killing
Don't do it for millions, do it for culture, inspire a billion
Think I'm talking that rah rah, but the words are so sacred
I don't need to talk proper. You know why? cuz i master your language
Yeah, we might speak slang... to another extreme we might gang bang
You speak codes with your troops, & some of you with the suits... yo you do the same thing
When you see us in a group, you think we coming for you but you ain't on the hitlist
We can't breathe, don't shoot. Protecting all of the youth, so they could have a nice Christmas
Did that register? We just tryna make change
Blood of a slave, strength of a god, heart of a king
Crabs in a barrel I'm more like a chimp
God blesseth my kin. Pump the same blood but I'm darker than him
And they like to make jokes about it, like I'm supposed to be kosher bout it
Yeah, yeah, I'm so black... In the night time I'm looking like a ghost about it
But uh, you really wish you had my walk. You really wish you had my talk
I ain't trafficking no drugs sir, but yet you wanna say it's my fault
You don't wanna give us jobs
When we go rob then you scream, oh my god
Now it's money for bond. But I can't pay it cuz I no have job
Mann tell me how that work tho. I'm Pissed off like a urinal
We the people of the earth yo. God gotta be hurt yo
Oh you got a privilege? Please don't ignore me, one second just listen
No Zimmerman prison? Pop pop pop blocka, & he is just sickened
But we the ones you fear... Built the whole country. You don't even want us here
Man it's really not fair. Hoodies not allowed. Can't even grow a beard
Blood of a slave, strength of a god, heart of a king
My people are sleep. We have a dream! Martin the king
From the, black kings to the black queens
To the black nose on the black sphinx
You hear the black voice on the black beat
Hol up, lemme tell you what black means
Black is infinite... Nothing to discriminate, I'm living it
Getting a couple of chills then that means you hearing it
Black males getting black mailed, I'm aware of it
Jesus is black, Jesus is god... That's why you fearing it
People please take the chains off, use my lyrics as a chainsaw
You don't gotta twerk ya ass off... Baby girl work yo ass off
Take care of the children
That is my future man please stop the killing
Don't do it for millions, do it for culture, inspire a billion
Think I'm talking that rah rah, but the words are so sacred
I don't need to talk proper. You know why? cuz i master your language
Yeah, we might speak slang... to another extreme we might gang bang
You speak codes with your troops, & some of you with the suits... yo you do the same thing
When you see us in a group, you think we coming for you but you ain't on the hitlist
We can't breathe, don't shoot. Protecting all of the youth, so they could have a nice Christmas
Did that register? We just tryna make change
Blood of a slave, strength of a god, heart of a king
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Writer(s): Darryl James Jr Mims
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