A Spike Lee Jawn
C'mon baby you already know
Fuck
My skins color of cocoa
Ain't nothin' sweet about what unfolds
In the heat of the night
Either we run or we fight
Cadillac with tented eyes
See my 45 keeps me alive
Shoot back or we fall flat
(somebody call 911)
Maybe we should just
Call back
I just want my 40 acres
FUCK THE MULE
Pay me all my fucking wages
We need justice too
I think I hear some change coming
Hold on bro, my train's coming
I just want my 40 acres
FUCK THE MULE
Cooking cold bacon baby
Cause we need justice too
I think I hear some change coming
Hold on bro my train's coming
Close the cell and lock the door
Lock the door, Lock the door
Break down the wall they just goin build up more
Still I get dressed up and smell nice
Rome is burning I've checked twice
So we go out to clear our heads
We grasp for air and get smoke instead
And if the world wanna crumble,
I ain't fumbling pieces
Fuck a dollar and dream, they been selling us feces
I can get a bit of change, it ain't the change that we needed
Everybody missed the bus I'm guessing none of them seen it
I just want my 40 acres
FUCK THE MULE
Pay me all my fucking wages
We need justice too
I think I hear some change coming (I think I hear my train coming)
Hold on bro, my train's coming
I just want my 40 acres
FUCK THE MULE
Cooking cold bacon baby
Cause we need justice too
I think I hear some change coming
Hold on bro my train's coming
Fuck
My skins color of cocoa
Ain't nothin' sweet about what unfolds
In the heat of the night
Either we run or we fight
Cadillac with tented eyes
See my 45 keeps me alive
Shoot back or we fall flat
(somebody call 911)
Maybe we should just
Call back
I just want my 40 acres
FUCK THE MULE
Pay me all my fucking wages
We need justice too
I think I hear some change coming
Hold on bro, my train's coming
I just want my 40 acres
FUCK THE MULE
Cooking cold bacon baby
Cause we need justice too
I think I hear some change coming
Hold on bro my train's coming
Close the cell and lock the door
Lock the door, Lock the door
Break down the wall they just goin build up more
Still I get dressed up and smell nice
Rome is burning I've checked twice
So we go out to clear our heads
We grasp for air and get smoke instead
And if the world wanna crumble,
I ain't fumbling pieces
Fuck a dollar and dream, they been selling us feces
I can get a bit of change, it ain't the change that we needed
Everybody missed the bus I'm guessing none of them seen it
I just want my 40 acres
FUCK THE MULE
Pay me all my fucking wages
We need justice too
I think I hear some change coming (I think I hear my train coming)
Hold on bro, my train's coming
I just want my 40 acres
FUCK THE MULE
Cooking cold bacon baby
Cause we need justice too
I think I hear some change coming
Hold on bro my train's coming
Credits
Writer(s): Zarif Wilder
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