Black magic

Terayle "I wake up in the mornin' and ask myself Is life with livin', should I blast myself I’m tireda bein' poor, even worse and Black My stomach hurts so I’m looking for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a Negro Pull the trigger — kill the nigga he’s a hero" 22 years later — we still singin' it It’s still relevant But yo believe me when I tell you that your life matters more than you know Just keep believing, it’s gon resonate the more that you grow Whether you hеavyweight or featherwеight, keep fighting for mo Obama guaranteed a change and its comin fasho I promise Blinds open, the birds chirping, the sun shinin' Tony Hawk with the revolution, I love grindin' In high school I was definition, I loved rhymin' But now my name is my name — But yo the irony is I’m actually thankful for my mother cause she spelled it different It gave me leverage to make it different and make a difference I’m on a mission for more Moreno Valley ain’t the only Valley imma explore I’m tryna make it to a better life A life where money accessible and I spend it right Where creativity flowin' and never paralyzed Where peace and harmony trending and always televised Where everybody know name and they spell it right (haha) Kuji Young: Everybody in this would on 100 They just wanna riot I just want a little piece of it And someone I can trust with a little but of love With a little bit of love Terayle: Aye, Aye, Look Back boy, black girl, yo life matter Black sister, black mother, yo life matter Black fathers, black brothers, yo life matters Everybody matters but you? — you black magic Typical Div: I can't believe I every paid money to cut my hair Thinkin' a value to a salary is what I wear Thinkin' a Ceasar made it easier to be right here Code-Switchin' -- my rendition tryna sound White-Clear Young, hipster Black Boy embarrassed of the magic Seen he had a crown but wasn't raised how to grab it Until he seen bein' Black wasn't a habit It was coated in the blood, shit, it was threaded in the fabric Soon young Langston Hughes was his hero Marc. Garvey, G. Carver was his heroes Whether you Ibo, Creole, or just Negro Yo mama bleed gold and you are still my people I seen yo light from the God up above You was destined for a smile Not a cell, not a slug Thug? That's somebody mama son They need love -- give that baby a hug Talk to em, hey Kuji Young: Everybody in this would on 100 They just wanna riot I just want a little piece of it And someone I can trust with a little but of love With a little bit of love Terayle: Aye, Aye, Look Back boy, black girl, yo life matter Black sister, black mother, yo life matter Black fathers, black brothers, yo life matters Everybody matters but you? — you black magic Kuji Young: Everybody in this would on 100 They just wanna riot I just want a little piece of it And someone I can trust with a little but of love With a little bit of love Terayle: Aye, Aye, Look Back boy, black girl, yo life matter Black sister, black mother, yo life matter Black fathers, black brothers, yo life matters Everybody matters but you? — you black magic Terayle Look "I wake up in the mornin' and ask myself Is life with livin', should I blast myself I’m tireda bein' poor, even worse and Black My stomach hurts so I’m looking for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a Negro Pull the trigger — kill the nigga he’s a hero" 22 years later — we still singin' it