The Message...

Don't miss the message
Come get the message gurl
Hahaha
Sheesh

America on scary
Baby Jesus Joseph Mary
New Orleans No Levy
My people drowning heavy
This Shit is deadly
Black folk can't get on one page
White folk shoot the church Burger King
They Self Hate and explode
Mandalay
Black folk no answer so they pray
Ugh
I'm tired-of-this-shit
Pissed
Medea with the grits
Huey Newton with the stick
Ugh
Cassius Clay with the Wit
Master got the whip

Started with a Dollar
Tyler Perry ouuu
Im so Necessary ouuu
White thang wanna be my lady
Ouuuu
Sorry you can't be my lady boo
Yeah
Ouu
Whoa
Yeah

African and Blacks Segregation
Sixteenth century
Find us in the basement
Twenty-first century
Now we different races
So many lies
Fear is what we facing
Got Damn
Can we just live like the Queens
Got damn
Can we just be like the kings
Got damn
The world love and hate when chocolate on the scene
When they see us
Fire, propane, gaso!
Lean bodies, Shea butter, Cocoa Beans
Braids, locks, Gold, Flex, Drip, Swag, Mutha Fucka Gucci Bag!
Got damn!

Don't miss the message
Come get the message gurl
Hahaha
Sheesh

Started with a Dollar
Tyler Perry ouuu
Im so Necessary ouuu
White thang wanna be my lady
Ouuuu
Sorry you can't be my lady boo
Yeah
Ouu
Whoa
Yeah

To the
Media Media Media
Be fair
To the uncles and aunts afraid
Step aside
To the youngins that wanna be brave
Be smart
Catch a charge get turned to slave
Stay woke
Institutions vampires that's during the day
By Night fall Watch out for the KKK
Redlined, block bustered
and zip code
The areas we lay
This is the game playa
We ain't safe
Check the Message!



Credits
Writer(s): Kendall Bradford
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