Black AmeriKKKa
I wonder how it feels to be
A black man in America?
Chaos and hysteria
He just got paid, $350 going on the stereo
But be a damn fool if the nigga don't carry though, damn
Protecting what he got like bam
In the streets boy where he gone lay em
And they don't give a fuck
One nigga gone, one nigga paying
With a murder charge, you get what I'm saying, huh?
Cause they got money for war
But don't feed the poor
Ukraine hurting
But we need it more
But this is America
And what I'm saying is a federal offense
I just refuse to keep taking the fifth
Yea, boy I fed up
Refuse to keep taking a shit
In this place that I was made to live
In America, let these words be the fist
That I raise to the sky
As I remain to live as a black man
Yea, as a black man
Yea
Now tell me is you proud, proud
Proud of this place that you reside in
Cant understand my struggle
Well look in my eyes then
Blood shot red
Eyes full of tears
Throw your fist in the sky for the kid yea
For the black man
For the black man
Yea, I never thought Id see the day
That a play man gotta pay
With his life for some shit he gotta say
Or the day George Floyd took a need to the neck
Cant breathe on the street where he took his last breath
Yea man I'm stressing
And its steady getting the best of me
Whip the skin from my bones
Til aint nothing left of me
But imma keep rapping
For the brothers to the left of me
The sisters on the right
If it takes every breath in me
Kids dying on the live
Young so innocent
They dying in the cells
Cause the laws built to keep us in
The future looking dark
Is anybody listening
You say you want change
Well, lets get back to business man
Cause what does imma right for my
Mother fuckin niggas
If your kids wont grow up without a real
Father figure
And bitches wanna dance
Twerk they ass on the gram
And stack they cash all the way to the ceiling
But what else could you offer me?
Could you offer this society
These babies out here dying in the streets
You need to go school
Baby girl don't be no fool
Class in session so
Gone and take a seat
Records only get plays when you talk about dollars
Fast cars, bad bitches, niggas popping they collar
See the game fucked up
And I know that it is
So Imma stay strong
And continue to live
As a black man
A black man in America?
Chaos and hysteria
He just got paid, $350 going on the stereo
But be a damn fool if the nigga don't carry though, damn
Protecting what he got like bam
In the streets boy where he gone lay em
And they don't give a fuck
One nigga gone, one nigga paying
With a murder charge, you get what I'm saying, huh?
Cause they got money for war
But don't feed the poor
Ukraine hurting
But we need it more
But this is America
And what I'm saying is a federal offense
I just refuse to keep taking the fifth
Yea, boy I fed up
Refuse to keep taking a shit
In this place that I was made to live
In America, let these words be the fist
That I raise to the sky
As I remain to live as a black man
Yea, as a black man
Yea
Now tell me is you proud, proud
Proud of this place that you reside in
Cant understand my struggle
Well look in my eyes then
Blood shot red
Eyes full of tears
Throw your fist in the sky for the kid yea
For the black man
For the black man
Yea, I never thought Id see the day
That a play man gotta pay
With his life for some shit he gotta say
Or the day George Floyd took a need to the neck
Cant breathe on the street where he took his last breath
Yea man I'm stressing
And its steady getting the best of me
Whip the skin from my bones
Til aint nothing left of me
But imma keep rapping
For the brothers to the left of me
The sisters on the right
If it takes every breath in me
Kids dying on the live
Young so innocent
They dying in the cells
Cause the laws built to keep us in
The future looking dark
Is anybody listening
You say you want change
Well, lets get back to business man
Cause what does imma right for my
Mother fuckin niggas
If your kids wont grow up without a real
Father figure
And bitches wanna dance
Twerk they ass on the gram
And stack they cash all the way to the ceiling
But what else could you offer me?
Could you offer this society
These babies out here dying in the streets
You need to go school
Baby girl don't be no fool
Class in session so
Gone and take a seat
Records only get plays when you talk about dollars
Fast cars, bad bitches, niggas popping they collar
See the game fucked up
And I know that it is
So Imma stay strong
And continue to live
As a black man
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Writer(s): Timothy Rose
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