Episode 304 Songtext
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Episode 304 Songtext
On this episode of Blacker Times, we are here to examine
The overall spiritual state of the American Black male
Episode 304
I feel so close to the edge to boast I′m fallin' apart
I bought a cloud, then hell, I feel surrounded by sharks
The darts that thrown at your head, the apple chillin′ on top
Why do I wonder? Flesh, bone, thunder
The world is run by men at home, cash rule the gun
The crown prince and pussy, the bed a princess
Thuggin' the subject, the hustle a whole religion
A pilgrimage when I rep the city that made me
Plush dark top, shop plenty, hate me
Lobby, car lot, neighborhood gatekeep like it's safe to save me
New money, can′t catch a blue bloody
Who grass green? Who Klan or two-hoodied?
If you ask me, two plans, the same bully
Who oppress you? Who be peepin′ the game fully?
Bet they knocked off, better whisper the names
Pretty soon, it's gon′ be on some shit
Where you can't even leave your state without written permission
Even if you a citizen or not
And even the role of citizen gon′ get redefined
Like, you only citizen if you never
Been arrested or some shit like that
If you know anything about the Magna Carta
It says, "Every man is a king in his own home"
All that shit 'bout to get ripped to shreds on some medieval shit
Watch what I say
They built cages, never did take ′em down
They got Guantanamo Bay, it's empty now
Play with 'em, get in they way
You′ll hear the sounds of angels marchin′ in place
You better stay in your place, the message be loud and clear
A real foot on your neck, not metaphorical fear
You hear the crack of the whip, you see yourself in the mirror
How your day goin'? Do you feel yourself on the cliff?
How your faith flowin′? Make decisions up out of fear
Can't be human, out of tune with the world itself
Stay tuned in, the rap is good for your health
Never losin′
This concludes Episode 304
Next week, we'll focus on the overall spiritual
State of the American Caucasian white male
Our guests will be Joe Rogan and Matthew McConaughey
Stay tuned
The overall spiritual state of the American Black male
Episode 304
I feel so close to the edge to boast I′m fallin' apart
I bought a cloud, then hell, I feel surrounded by sharks
The darts that thrown at your head, the apple chillin′ on top
Why do I wonder? Flesh, bone, thunder
The world is run by men at home, cash rule the gun
The crown prince and pussy, the bed a princess
Thuggin' the subject, the hustle a whole religion
A pilgrimage when I rep the city that made me
Plush dark top, shop plenty, hate me
Lobby, car lot, neighborhood gatekeep like it's safe to save me
New money, can′t catch a blue bloody
Who grass green? Who Klan or two-hoodied?
If you ask me, two plans, the same bully
Who oppress you? Who be peepin′ the game fully?
Bet they knocked off, better whisper the names
Pretty soon, it's gon′ be on some shit
Where you can't even leave your state without written permission
Even if you a citizen or not
And even the role of citizen gon′ get redefined
Like, you only citizen if you never
Been arrested or some shit like that
If you know anything about the Magna Carta
It says, "Every man is a king in his own home"
All that shit 'bout to get ripped to shreds on some medieval shit
Watch what I say
They built cages, never did take ′em down
They got Guantanamo Bay, it's empty now
Play with 'em, get in they way
You′ll hear the sounds of angels marchin′ in place
You better stay in your place, the message be loud and clear
A real foot on your neck, not metaphorical fear
You hear the crack of the whip, you see yourself in the mirror
How your day goin'? Do you feel yourself on the cliff?
How your faith flowin′? Make decisions up out of fear
Can't be human, out of tune with the world itself
Stay tuned in, the rap is good for your health
Never losin′
This concludes Episode 304
Next week, we'll focus on the overall spiritual
State of the American Caucasian white male
Our guests will be Joe Rogan and Matthew McConaughey
Stay tuned
Writer(s): Markell De Anthony Turner, Tyler Page, Owen Colby Anderson, Quadry Malik Givs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
