Momm a told me never let them tell you you aint worth it
So I copped my shirts designer whipping corners in my focus
Keep my focus on 100 even when I ride on E
My priorities is busted like the homies in the street
Call me crazy if you wanna man I'm growing sick of peace
Piece is tucked inside the glove in case the police want the grief
I've been hungry since the time when Hov and Nas was slinging beef
Trying to make it to tomorrow is you indians or chiefs
See we put the rhythm in the system and it's lead they give us
Working at McDonalds aint gonna hook my whip up with a system
Pressures of a father thanking god it aint my daughter
Momma praying at the alter cause these bills is high and over due
Niggas getting silenced everytime we want to speak the truth
Guess it's up to me to scream it loud from high atop the roof
Know if you aint with it then your wig is getting splitted
Pray the pastor catch me sinning before he ever catch me slipping
Black
Black and proud as I can be
I'm a nigga to the feds bullets now worth more than me
Who the f*ck is held accountable we dying in the streets
Someone tell me why the elders left the fight to bend their knees
Grab the burner with the strap tuck the MAC under my underarm
Feds shouting peace using Martin as a wonder pawn
Am I the only one who aware of where we headed
You will treat me as an equal not a nigga here is begging
Chains is breaking off our minds and control is in the hands of men
You only shout for god to take the wheel when it is in black hands
You see the error of your ways my brethren
Karma coming quick to make you pay my brethren
Straightface Forever - Black Crown Lyrics
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Momm a told me never let them tell you you aint worth it
So I copped my shirts designer whipping corners in my focus
Keep my focus on 100 even when I ride on E
My priorities is busted like the homies in the street
Call me crazy if you wanna man I'm growing sick of peace
Piece is tucked inside the glove in case the police want the grief
I've been hungry since the time when Hov and Nas was slinging beef
Trying to make it to tomorrow is you indians or chiefs
See we put the rhythm in the system and it's lead they give us
Working at McDonalds aint gonna hook my whip up with a system
Pressures of a father thanking god it aint my daughter
Momma praying at the alter cause these bills is high and over due
Niggas getting silenced everytime we want to speak the truth
Guess it's up to me to scream it loud from high atop the roof
Know if you aint with it then your wig is getting splitted
Pray the pastor catch me sinning before he ever catch me slipping
Black
Black and proud as I can be
I'm a nigga to the feds bullets now worth more than me
Who the f*ck is held accountable we dying in the streets
Someone tell me why the elders left the fight to bend their knees
Grab the burner with the strap tuck the MAC under my underarm
Feds shouting peace using Martin as a wonder pawn
Am I the only one who aware of where we headed
You will treat me as an equal not a nigga here is begging
Chains is breaking off our minds and control is in the hands of men
You only shout for god to take the wheel when it is in black hands
You see the error of your ways my brethren
Karma coming quick to make you pay my brethren
So I copped my shirts designer whipping corners in my focus
Keep my focus on 100 even when I ride on E
My priorities is busted like the homies in the street
Call me crazy if you wanna man I'm growing sick of peace
Piece is tucked inside the glove in case the police want the grief
I've been hungry since the time when Hov and Nas was slinging beef
Trying to make it to tomorrow is you indians or chiefs
See we put the rhythm in the system and it's lead they give us
Working at McDonalds aint gonna hook my whip up with a system
Pressures of a father thanking god it aint my daughter
Momma praying at the alter cause these bills is high and over due
Niggas getting silenced everytime we want to speak the truth
Guess it's up to me to scream it loud from high atop the roof
Know if you aint with it then your wig is getting splitted
Pray the pastor catch me sinning before he ever catch me slipping
Black
Black and proud as I can be
I'm a nigga to the feds bullets now worth more than me
Who the f*ck is held accountable we dying in the streets
Someone tell me why the elders left the fight to bend their knees
Grab the burner with the strap tuck the MAC under my underarm
Feds shouting peace using Martin as a wonder pawn
Am I the only one who aware of where we headed
You will treat me as an equal not a nigga here is begging
Chains is breaking off our minds and control is in the hands of men
You only shout for god to take the wheel when it is in black hands
You see the error of your ways my brethren
Karma coming quick to make you pay my brethren
Writer: Jamal Sanders
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