National Blak Anthem
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•13 Oct 2021
Do you know what it feels like, to be a blak man in Amerikkka, They just stop and stare at ya, WTF! They scared of ya, label you as a terrorist, why, cause they don't out measure us, less is more its less of us, but we weigh more, more pressure bruh, now this shit gets dangerous, times never changed, still hangin us, they get picture, while they painting us, while you on the news getting famous, the getting rich, and they nameless, so spotless, no blemish, so blameless, who you thought i was, im Ricc James son! They done strucc a nerve, now it's flame on, Curry at the three, now its game on, im finna locc it down King Samson, im finma take my life back for ransom, about to make the way for my grandson's you, life ugly, but im handsome, if you ain't felt pain here have some, so don't ask me what happened, at the end of the new chasened. Rise! Take a step-bak, fade away, i know you felt that, im blak and i cant help that, i lay the smacc down, i hope you smelt dat, do you smell what the Took is cooking, they ain't saying nothing but they steady looking, keep ya head up and just keep it pushin', the only cure is maturing, look straight ahead, no detouring, Amerikkka is so alluring, but for a blak man, its not easy, got to slide on em, get greasy, gotta wake em up, they getting sleepy, even Ripley's believe me, the shit we do aint tv, it can get really creepy, at day or night you won't see me
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Do you know what it feels like, to be a blak man in Amerikkka, They just stop and stare at ya, WTF! They scared of ya, label you as a terrorist, why, cause they don't out measure us, less is more its less of us, but we weigh more, more pressure bruh, now this shit gets dangerous, times never changed, still hangin us, they get picture, while they painting us, while you on the news getting famous, the getting rich, and they nameless, so spotless, no blemish, so blameless, who you thought i was, im Ricc James son! They done strucc a nerve, now it's flame on, Curry at the three, now its game on, im finna locc it down King Samson, im finma take my life back for ransom, about to make the way for my grandson's you, life ugly, but im handsome, if you ain't felt pain here have some, so don't ask me what happened, at the end of the new chasened. Rise! Take a step-bak, fade away, i know you felt that, im blak and i cant help that, i lay the smacc down, i hope you smelt dat, do you smell what the Took is cooking, they ain't saying nothing but they steady looking, keep ya head up and just keep it pushin', the only cure is maturing, look straight ahead, no detouring, Amerikkka is so alluring, but for a blak man, its not easy, got to slide on em, get greasy, gotta wake em up, they getting sleepy, even Ripley's believe me, the shit we do aint tv, it can get really creepy, at day or night you won't see me
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