of evil, Prophet still, if bird or devil By that Heaven that bend above us, by that God we both ignore Tell this soul with sorrow laden, willful and
your sorrow. Don't let the rain get you down look out the window Gotta shine again like the world around you Sally, who turned on you Made you black
lives Lost friendship for pride, playin' the game About to forfeit high price life, I can't afford it My life, do ya feel what I feel? My life, a black
In blessed moments Viewed from trains of half-truths Monuments burn into moments Up into other worlds Other ascensions Without deep sorrow to endure Black
or if you're mister Listen please to this fact Black is black, is black, is black Black is black, is black, is black Black is black, is black, is black
ever meet you Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be My mother's evil seed and do these evil deeds Predominately, predominately Everything's always predominately Predominately white, predominately black
victory So many souls follow the path Trusting their magic and blades There has to be more than that Fight with your heart or fail Ages of war and sorrow
and sorrow Fire lines cross the night Empires' re falling and my pride still rises Stormy seas Call me while the Black Moon rises up in the sky
goes to scrub the floors for many And you'd best believe she hardly gets a penny Living just enough, just enough for the city His sister's black but
I'm foaming at the mouth I'm as sharp as the teeth showing I'm in the back of a black Buick, finna black out like February Ay, thats how blacks do it
on the scripture It's beautiful, i see every line on the picture So when the leaves Russel and the cock Crowes winter just know that the Black Gods mingled
my way All the corners filled with sorrow All the streets are filled with pain Around my way Around my way Around my way All the corners filled with sorrow
about it Was like, "I'm clueless, why?" The question was rhetorical, the answer is horrible Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow
'm beautiful These flashy cars ain't new to y'all Playboy, don't hate me, don't hate me, don't hate me I got these niggas talkin' 'bout this black on black
Actin' like they don't bleed We don't drive the same speed, this a Continental T That's a case of Armadale, this a continental suite So I'ma drown in my own sorrows
my own sorrows Live life, fuck tomorrow, nigga 'cause reality is [Chorus] [Verse 3 - The Game] I was gassed up, Murder Inc., Roc-A-Fella passed up Sat in Daddy's House with Black
And I shouldn't have to run from a black man I never ran from the Klu Klux Klan And I shouldn't have to run from a black man Give me relief! Squash