Black Boy Down
Momma yellin' Jesus on the main line
Her son is out there throwing up them gang signs
Her older son is doing 25 he caught a body
Now her younger son is walking with the same 9
Police pull us over with their guns drawn
He reached for ID now her son is gone
Police said he reached for a gun
But when they searched her son they realized that the Gun is gone
Everybody shooting up the black boys!
Everybody shooting up the black boys!
Police hold the piece. Yellin' freeze!
A black momma grieves on her knees
Another black boy down
Na-na-na-na-na
Every time we turn around another black boy's down
Na-na-na-na-na
Prisons built up from the ground to keep our back boys down
Fist in the air. We yellin' black power!
Black pick in our hair we're takin' back ours
You Shoot a clip at your black brother? You black coward!
Every time that we kill ourselves we lack power
We talkin' bout black own and black wealth
If they don't love us, then love your black self
Summertime crime, another black killed
We gotta turn black-on-black crime...
To black-on-black help
I'm just a black king with a flow
Preach like Dr King, but I'm keeping my dream on the low
Still can't cop a thing cause some people are stingy with compliments...
Jealousy would make them go cock a thing. get me that!
Heart heavy they killed Nipsey he was self-made
Dr. Sebi. Wish he had a cure for self-hate
Hated in a country we help make. Help build
War on blacks. what we do? Pick up gats and help kill
Corey Porter's back with that controverse' Mommy
That monster verse
Yup, I'm back with this work, Tommy
I'm black from birth
Black like Africa. When rappin' a verse
I'm a killer. You should be tapping a nurse
Black Kings rise from the dirt
Put your Gun away Homie
A different type of black, we ain't no runaways homie
Let's put those Guns down and put back on your crowns
Show these black boys how to be men
Don't let these black boys down
Everybody shooting up the black boys!
Everybody shooting up the black boys!
Police hold the piece. Yellin' freeze!
A black momma grieves on her knees
Another black boy down
Na-na-na-na-na
Every time we turn around another black boy's down
Na-na-na-na-na
Prisons built up from the ground to keep our back boys down
Na-na-na-na-na
Every time we turn around another black boy's down
Na-na-na-na-na
Prisons built up from the ground to keep our back boys down
Her son is out there throwing up them gang signs
Her older son is doing 25 he caught a body
Now her younger son is walking with the same 9
Police pull us over with their guns drawn
He reached for ID now her son is gone
Police said he reached for a gun
But when they searched her son they realized that the Gun is gone
Everybody shooting up the black boys!
Everybody shooting up the black boys!
Police hold the piece. Yellin' freeze!
A black momma grieves on her knees
Another black boy down
Na-na-na-na-na
Every time we turn around another black boy's down
Na-na-na-na-na
Prisons built up from the ground to keep our back boys down
Fist in the air. We yellin' black power!
Black pick in our hair we're takin' back ours
You Shoot a clip at your black brother? You black coward!
Every time that we kill ourselves we lack power
We talkin' bout black own and black wealth
If they don't love us, then love your black self
Summertime crime, another black killed
We gotta turn black-on-black crime...
To black-on-black help
I'm just a black king with a flow
Preach like Dr King, but I'm keeping my dream on the low
Still can't cop a thing cause some people are stingy with compliments...
Jealousy would make them go cock a thing. get me that!
Heart heavy they killed Nipsey he was self-made
Dr. Sebi. Wish he had a cure for self-hate
Hated in a country we help make. Help build
War on blacks. what we do? Pick up gats and help kill
Corey Porter's back with that controverse' Mommy
That monster verse
Yup, I'm back with this work, Tommy
I'm black from birth
Black like Africa. When rappin' a verse
I'm a killer. You should be tapping a nurse
Black Kings rise from the dirt
Put your Gun away Homie
A different type of black, we ain't no runaways homie
Let's put those Guns down and put back on your crowns
Show these black boys how to be men
Don't let these black boys down
Everybody shooting up the black boys!
Everybody shooting up the black boys!
Police hold the piece. Yellin' freeze!
A black momma grieves on her knees
Another black boy down
Na-na-na-na-na
Every time we turn around another black boy's down
Na-na-na-na-na
Prisons built up from the ground to keep our back boys down
Na-na-na-na-na
Every time we turn around another black boy's down
Na-na-na-na-na
Prisons built up from the ground to keep our back boys down
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Writer(s): Corey Watkins
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