Took us to a place and made us work All day and we couldn't have shit to say Broke up the families forever And to this day black folks can't stick together
listens to heavy metal Little Alex got a gun he took from his dad That he snuck in the school is his black book bag His black nail polish, black boots and black
me back home (you know what I'm sayin) To Mississippi (I got my Greyhound ticket right here man I'm fittin to go back and kick it with my family 'cause
fuck flies outta ya mouth Or I'ma hijack a plane and fly it into your house Burn your apartment with your family tied to the couch And slit your throat
smokin' like brand new black tar Girls put stickeys everywhere my ass are Silver horsey on the back, is this a fast car? Yellow ice on Sunday, pink on a Monday White ice, Six Flags, family
some hit man Hundred thousand for a hit man Tell the DJ play a hit man East Point's Greatest, hit man All the ladies need a hit man Dungeon Family the
Will. When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed, Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black. It doesn't get much better
the mouth has spoken But nothing's been said The dream has been shattered The flags have been burned You better make up your minds From whatever you've learned About your family
foot wings wave in the air i am drunk laying against the striped table pushing these banners into the airless beach waving these flags as i murmur the
name is gonna blister shit We raise the flags in three places Employ black faces from midnight blacks to light tan Brand Nubian straight rate policy for the world For your little man
I see you in the (? ) portayin like you a thug Yea, your man got a gatt, but he ain't bustin no slug You You's a local black spokesman, I split your front
me set up the pace I'm that cattle in the race on the Human Race Don't call me Human, call me Lou-man Like par, move your record company under ?You-Hah? Family
lost man kind, so father forgive me But its this thug in me got me want me kill my enemy Will I pay for all the pain that I can cause these families?
one Yo, I see you in the, portrayin like you a thug Yea, your man got a gatt, but he ain't bustin no slug You You's a local black spokesman, I split
I come home they'll be damn proud of me I'll carry this flag to the grave if I must 'Cause it's flag that I love and a flag that I trust I kicked in
in a three-piece suit with no shoes [Chorus 2X] [Kool G. Rap] Y'all niggaz act like y'all know First Family, Black Guerilla Family, united, y'know?
beginnings Kiss by the way of a sunny day But I feel it in my boner childs without a home A prison cell holds a dream to a black thing I never thought
up man? I'm just watching some bullshit On the news. It's fucking bullshit Reporters trying to a fucking win an Emmy. (X3) Makeshift Patriot The Flag