diamond skin tie? and when you are fucking him will you scream dollar signs? let me introduce you to a new phrase... new york noose for a new york slave
don't wanna die, I'm a god, why can't I live on? When the Life Giver dies, all around is laid waste. And in my last hour, I'm a slave to the power of
himself so real We slaved ourselves to sacrifice More than that we do not know Then you hear him on the radio He would play the sacred themes That my children
Gold was converted to money it all changed Money then became empowerment for Europeans The Persian military invaded They heard about the gold, the teachings and everything sacred Africa was almost robbed naked Slavery was money, so they began making slave
some shit like Nam To pop off in my country When Kennedy was shot on the drive, the roof went on fire Hide all, you little children in a dire When I
t nothin' movin' 'cause I keep losin' They make us know that they own us Though I swear it's more than slavery They give each other a bonus While our children
down Patterns engraved, not so easily erased Still wandering, tryna find your place Playin' the game, I see pain on your face Nowadays the yiddin, like children sold as slaves
don't fuckin' care If I ain't strapped that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children When I ride mine like
world was made for all men This world was made for all men This world was made for all men God saved His world for all men All people All babies All children
why we got to get tougher To learn from the past and work for the future And don't be a slave to no computer 'Cause the Children of Man inherits the
, Clayton Savage and Easy Mike And going down in the books is the king of the night So if you're ever in a battle, i'm a make you my slave And i'm a give
twilight But she alright, 'cause she done sseen the circle of life yo Her skin was black like it was packed with melanin Back in the days of slaves she
re great but its more for when you've felt afraid More than your average rapper So you sort of felt the way The brain is like a cage, you a slave, that
Hello Children Black Jack Johnson, N.Y.C. R O C K I N G Sun and the moon, earths, stars and planets Before song done y'all going, all understand it
but bitch I'm in the building I'm the smack man! - I got a back hand like Serena Williams! He hungry like them Africans on the TV asking feed the children
branches in my weed be the vein Swimsuit issue darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you See that he rock a wrist, dude Moder-en slave God, graveyard
like a microwave, The holy lands sees miles away, I pour out some alisae, beneath the skies, 'cause the clouds are grey, ? piles of graves of the older slaves
