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Kenyattah Black - Black Tearz (feat. HellRazah) Lyrics



Kenyattah Black - Black Tearz (feat. HellRazah) Lyrics




When you live in a poor neighborhood, you're living in an area where you have to have poor schools
When you have poor schools, you have poor teachers
When you have poor teachers, you get a poor education
Poor education can only work on a poor-paying job

And that poor-paying job enables you to live again in a poor neighborhood
So it's a very vicious cycle
Do you believe in the prophecies
That the Messiah come and get our seeds

And bring the peace back to Tel Aviv
True indeed, we've been all deceived
America is overseas, even the citizens overseas
There's chemtrails in the air we breathe

At 13, they can barely breathe
But he can sell crack and roll weed
Niggas actin' like they don't bleed
Till his I.V.'s are respirators

The Board of Health Care Educators
Too many federal investigators
Are left held in the elevator
Next stop is the heaven-raiser

So every bomb is a detonator
Is every traitor part of Al-Qaeda
Or is it greater if it's legislator
Or a slave trader

Either way, they all need a praetor
Look at my logo on the moon crater
You can't hide behind your top layer
But I'm the old serpent dragon slayer

Spittin' lasers at space invaders
Keep an eye out for tool raiders
We cry out to the true savior
Another victim in the newspaper

I wonder why, when the baby cry
Is it visions of the most high
Or is it archangels close by
Twelve tribes, he's the Lord's bride

But till then, she a black widow
I Remember,
Machiavelli used to rap to me
Had me feelin' like black was the thing to be
Notorious, B-I-G

Black men is God, I'm mackin' hard
And I move like Master Ford
No Visa, no MasterCard
Only E-B-T. Black star power like B-E-T

You know the growin' pains ache me so
Same things that make me cry can make me grow
Shot up DoraZine to make me slow
Real talk, no HBO

My heart is cold, zero degrees below
Negroe rose got a crazy flow
First born intelligence, FBI
I rep the G-G-O

Red hook and Brownsville
We the color money, let the rounds spill
Settle the bets, whatever towns real
Red hook and Brownsville
We the color money, let the rounds spill
Settle the bets, whatever towns real
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English

When you live in a poor neighborhood, you're living in an area where you have to have poor schools
When you have poor schools, you have poor teachers
When you have poor teachers, you get a poor education
Poor education can only work on a poor-paying job

And that poor-paying job enables you to live again in a poor neighborhood
So it's a very vicious cycle
Do you believe in the prophecies
That the Messiah come and get our seeds

And bring the peace back to Tel Aviv
True indeed, we've been all deceived
America is overseas, even the citizens overseas
There's chemtrails in the air we breathe

At 13, they can barely breathe
But he can sell crack and roll weed
Niggas actin' like they don't bleed
Till his I.V.'s are respirators

The Board of Health Care Educators
Too many federal investigators
Are left held in the elevator
Next stop is the heaven-raiser

So every bomb is a detonator
Is every traitor part of Al-Qaeda
Or is it greater if it's legislator
Or a slave trader

Either way, they all need a praetor
Look at my logo on the moon crater
You can't hide behind your top layer
But I'm the old serpent dragon slayer

Spittin' lasers at space invaders
Keep an eye out for tool raiders
We cry out to the true savior
Another victim in the newspaper

I wonder why, when the baby cry
Is it visions of the most high
Or is it archangels close by
Twelve tribes, he's the Lord's bride

But till then, she a black widow
I Remember,
Machiavelli used to rap to me
Had me feelin' like black was the thing to be
Notorious, B-I-G

Black men is God, I'm mackin' hard
And I move like Master Ford
No Visa, no MasterCard
Only E-B-T. Black star power like B-E-T

You know the growin' pains ache me so
Same things that make me cry can make me grow
Shot up DoraZine to make me slow
Real talk, no HBO

My heart is cold, zero degrees below
Negroe rose got a crazy flow
First born intelligence, FBI
I rep the G-G-O

Red hook and Brownsville
We the color money, let the rounds spill
Settle the bets, whatever towns real
Red hook and Brownsville
We the color money, let the rounds spill
Settle the bets, whatever towns real
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Writer: Chron Smith, Benny Wise
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




Kenyattah Black - Black Tearz (feat. HellRazah) Video
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Performed By: Kenyattah Black
Language: English
Length: 2:27
Written by: Chron Smith, Benny Wise

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