the black of night There were things you were not meant to know Young cardinals take flight Return to nest in the black of night There were things you
, the Vanguard Award winner New York torch gripper, O.G. of the floss, nigga I'm seein' visions like I did a bag of angel dust This is life when you black
's a start They could push their reps quicker, kill a well known nigga And if you say you're going to kill me, should I blast you first? Being black
But these bourgeoisie blacks keep on doggin' me They don't care about violence, drugs and gangs K J L H, you ain't about nuttin' You just a bunch of punk bourgeoisie black
hold So I studied the inmates to see who had the power The whites, the blacks or just the gun tower In a blink of an eye, a riot broke out Blacks put
of shits Styles guns my Uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton Bucking down one, bucking down two Bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black
't pushin' no wheels like these My nigga, please, you ain't holdin' no tecks like these My nigga, please, you don't pop open vests like these Uh, pimp strollin' on 'em Black
vain Gone insane But the memory remains Ash to ash, ash to ash Dust to dust, dust to dust Fade to black, fade to black The memory remains, yeah Like
' And their sail, goin' sea Yes I know why they're ringin' They ring on for me, for me They ring on Ashes into ashes Dust to dust Ashes into ashes
it on And I think it evolved around three hundred racks and thirty stacks See I black on yell, I was dusted with all my bangles on Shoe rings clusted, shorty Black
in my eye, the waters of Tyne in between you and I Black was the colour of my childish dreams, impressions that would last Black coal, coal black pit yacka's face, escaping the coal dust
White houses in neat little rows Contrasting against the sky Tumble down black shacks over the tracks Children so hungry they could cry The chrome the
Well know it ain't much but it's all that I have since she's gone One black and white memory of the only love I've ever known One moment in time when
day? Out in the yard With your wife and children Workin' on some stage in LA? Did you stand there in shock At the sight of that black smoke Rising against
my ears Oh, it's nausea, oh, nausea and we're gone It's nausea, oh, nausea and we're gone Now I'm a straight-line walker in a black-out room I push
, na, na, I better go it alone Na, na, na, na, na Down on the corner, see me standin' On a makeshift home with a dust storm comin' In a long black shadow
I saw her, yeah I saw her with her black tongue tied Round the roses Fist pounding on a vending machine Toy diamond ring stuck on her finger With a noose