[Verse 1: Bashy]
Yo, Black boys, Black boys, yeah, we're all Black boys
I can't stop screaming it
I could have left my version and done, took the glory
I said "nah, I'm not leaving it"
It's bigger than just having me on it, 'cause
We need the whole scene on it
So if you ain't done a version, send me your email
I'll send you the beat so you can breathe on it
Black boys are achieving tings
All around the world back to Stevenage
Take a page from their book, start reading it
Put this track on repeat, start beating it
Start feeling it, Black boys, it's our time
It's not a drеam, believe in it
I wrotе "Black Boys" because we needed it
This is deep shit, guess who I brought for the remix?
[Verse 2: J2K]
Look, I don't really care what anybody says, us man set it
We boys rule the world, no credit
Set so many standards, look, bet your life on it
Look around and see what's popping
Nah, no CD or TV
We put our own twist on it, you feel me?
Then push it all on the telly
Then watch the whole world follow us man, it's easy
Look, from a place called have-not
Where we make do with the space that we have got
There's no handouts here on the Black lot
So we ain't scared to say shit [?]
Confidence is a mother-
But the confidence instilled in my brothers
Is unparalleled with, with nobody else
So you can blame our Black mothers
But on a real, though, we ain't all criminals
Don't all think with our fists and our genitals
We're all proud men, so forgive us
When we feel like say we've seen and we've said it all
Could be different, though, if they kept to their promise
A couple acres and a couple mules
But until then, I will just keep tipping my hat
For them boys who became men
[Verse 3: Sincere]
I was raised on the roads where the youts have got no fear
Let the ting buss and they don't care
Who they hit, all they want is food and a whip (what else?)
Jewels and a new chick, and they hype when their friend gets a new stick
Get clapped in front of your mumzy's, roads are too sick
We need to respect ourselves and
Show some respect for ourselves
Show respect to those that went before me
'Cause I know that I'm next myself
Kano, Dizzee, Mega as well
'Cause if they can do it, we can do it as well
They were Black boys too who were told they would fail
But they took it to the stage instead of to the cells
And they still got the whips and the girls as well
'Cause we're much more than road and food and scales
Look out for ourselves, 'cause the government, well...
They look out for their own kind
So I look out for my own kind
Sky's the limit, Black boys, let's shine
Sky's the limit, Black boys, let's shine
Sky's the limit, Black boys, let's shine
Like the sun that sits in the sky
[Verse 4: Big Narstie]
Black magic, black cars, black celebrities, black stars
Success is ours
Introducing the nation what brought you hip-hop
Kunta Kinte's got shit locked
Narstie Narst, Black boy, Black Power
We've got a month but hey, we need a day and an hour
Shah, this beat is banging
Hello hi
Still, it's a negative time
You'll find there's a lot of Black-on-Black crime
Funds low, guns blow, black-on-black nines
Who's gonna help these Black-on-Black minds?
And still I sit on the back of the bus, fam
I've got Rosa Parks fever
I'ma take the game by any means (yes, sir)
And I still get judged by the colour of my skin
Instead of the content from my character
Too much shottas, fam
There's not enough barristers
Yo, they fooled my people
They made us feel like we're the enemy
But have you forgotten?
No dogs, no Blacks, no Irish
[Verse 5: Stylah]
Oi, yeah, you can be a track athlete
You can fling on an England shirt and back that team
If you're banging in goals, man, they love it
You're British like bangers and mash and tea
But when you're in the bank tryna cash that P
All they're thinking is "that Black teef"
When every Black boy tryna get a black taxi
You're just [?] living in Britain, it's that, that deep
We fought for this country
Been through two world wars for this country, I mourn for this country
And granddads' blood poured for this country
Still they wanna call us a monkey?
I might have to catch that train, don't believe the media
Oh, child, it's gonna get easier
My bredrins are telling me "Tell them, Styles
You're a Black boy, walk with your head held high"
[Chorus: Bashy]
'Cause we're all Black boys, Black boys, yeah we're all Black boys
And one day we're gonna be Black men
And one day we might have Black boys
And we gotta teach them to be Black men
Black boys, Black boys, yeah we're all Black boys
And one day we're gonna be Black men
And one day we might have Black boys
And we gotta teach them to be Black men
[Post-Chorus: Loick Essien]
Ooh, child
Things are gonna get easier
Ooh, child
Things will get brighter
Ooh, child
Things are gonna get easier
Ooh, child
Things will get brighter
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