Black Boy Kumbaya (feat. Amkmq)

Yeah
We had to go get it
If we wait for it to come to us
I swear mehn
It never will come
Pocket is empty
The country economy
Fucked up our parents yearly income
Hope is dangerous thing
For a nigga like us to have
From a place that we from
What do we want
Just wanna sneak our head out
Off a yellow Lamborghini
Yelling we on
We on
Angel wings with devilish horns
Only if you Hear where we from
Then you will understand
Why we here really for it

Alright So me and few homies
The ones that I trust
Plus other folks
I don't really know them
But is homies they trust
Okay so I can trust them too
We was just trying to go to the
Central Park and ease our mind
You know
It was a Sunday evening
I can't remember everything that happening but

Was bumping Frank Ocean to Lana Del Rey
Then Billie Eilish
One of us thought it was
Really childish
Then we switch to childish
Then Kendrick Lamar
Saying we decide what play in my car
Grown men but we still a baby at heart
Saying the government
The gun men they never really love us
When we out here just creating our arts
Truth is we out here
Just playing our parts

As we approach police check point
Eight boys
Trying hard to hide 8 joints
Already rolled
But it seem like they already know

Yeah
They like park right there
We gonna search the whole car
Park right there
Every sergeant on guard
Federal police
Put my friends on their knees
How can I act right there
Fuck the federal laws
Beat us real up like we stole damn
Like the whole entire country's problem
Is in that 8 joints that we was holding

I told my friends we will be fine
We ain't commit any illegal crime
We just headed to the Central Park
Just to ease our mind
Just tryna cope with this evil time
Peace of mind is all we seek to find
Peace of mind is all we seek to find
Am not here to scream fukk the Po Po
Tho I should be
But that's not what we doing
We here to say stop the shooting
You get this things confusing
Youths are not the problem
Youths are products of what the
Country isn't producing

Yeah
We had to go get it
If we wait for it to come to us
I swear mehn
It never will come
Pocket is empty
The country economy
Fucked up our parents yearly income
Hope is dangerous thing
For a nigga like us to have
From a place that we from
What do we want
Just wanna sneak our head out
Off a yellow Lamborghini
Yelling we on
We on
Angel wings with devilish horns
Only if you Hear where we from
Then you will understand
Why we here really for it

Our brothers and sisters
They really slayed
Guy do you know that they
Burnt peoples bodies
As per like family members
They won't even know were their children are
And they will never know because
The military was shooting down people
And taking their bodies away
To hide the evidence



Credits
Writer(s): Latino Perrico
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