[Hook: Quelle Chris]
Blackberry pie, black [?] birds
Good luck from black kitty cats, favorite color, favorite word
Black coffee or black tea served
With a pic of Kermit sippin' you get daiquiri’d up on Black Twitter
[Verse 1: Quelle Chris]
Takes more than February for black obser-vance
'Tip said black is black and the congregation sang, "for sure"
Word, bet this ain't no B.E.T
This black entertainment that don’t rerun what black used to be
Under black cottonwood where schemes emerge
Shiftin' the minds of I and I and you and you who thought [?]
No racial drafts or honorary blacks
We goodie just the way you stacked, no need to sambo act to have my back
One can't redact the black or white, tell what in fact is fact
Ol' King James said it loud, yeah, King James kept us daft
They scare towards every ear that hear it, tides that turn
For every year of tears, for every cheek one's turned
Unlock
[Hook: Quelle Chris]
Blackberry pie, black [?] birds
Good luck from black kitty cats, favorite color, favorite word
Black coffee or black tea served
With a pic of Kermit sippin' you get daiquiri'd up on Black Twitter
Blackberry pie, black [?] birds
Good luck from black kitty cats, favorite color, favorite word
Black coffee or black tea served
With a pic of Kermit sippin' you get daiquiri’d up on Black Twitter
[Verse 2: Mosel]
Beautiful black baby boy, the world is ours
Beautiful black baby girl, like twinklin’ stars
Balcony of your bounty read the black man's God
Simply a positive affirmation, ’cause we all got hearts
All bleed out red, brain in my head
Grey matter in every crevice, can't fake blackness
No amount of consumption can erase our skin
No reparations or repatriation can replace that ish
Our president, we set precedent, then we faced that shit
How you make that shit? Call it black magic
Black crystals and black rubies keep us groovy like black bass lines
And black music or black slave lives (blaxsploitation movies, true)
Shouts out to all my black folks in the rapture
I promise to behave after, I'll be right black at ya
Holla black, I got your back, says the black pastor
Love's the next chapter and color don’t matter
For now, that's just privileged chatter
Sure, you're right
Across the states, what I seen, are neighborhoods full dozens Tumbleweeds be a black women's weave
Said the black woman's queen, but that's old news
And if her counterpart is king, then what do we rule
Prayed my son'd be blessed with the same peace I'm blessed with
At half my age, not even a fraction of this black man's rage
Just enough to keep turnin' to the next black page
To a whole 'nother novel, book of life, bible
Not like the one that they lie through
Black is beautiful, dark holy glow, we've been lied to
Black is more than skin deep, it's our soul, look inside you
Nigga, look inside you
Where that infinite at
Feels good to be brown and classified as black
No lookin' back, unless it's on some sad [?] perspective
To empower words, livin' on truth, much love to my bro, much love to you
[Hook: Quelle Chris]
Blackberry pie, black [?] birds
Good luck from black kitty cats, favorite color, favorite word
Black coffee or black tea served
With a pic of Kermit sippin' you get daiquiri'd up on Black Twitter
Blackberry pie, black [?] birds
Good luck from black kitty cats, favorite color, favorite word
Black coffee, no creamer, or black tea served
With a pic of Kermit sippin' you get daiquiri'd up on Black Twitter
[Verse 3: Nelson Bandela]
Collecting the consciousness, we writing all that
Using the maps, we be the facts
Subjective with stats, decoding the traps
Collecting the consciousness, we writing all that
So easy, the maps, we be the facts
Subjective with stats, decoding the traps
Niggas from the past in the future intact
They ain't expect that, they ain't expect that
The infinite hue, poetry shiny and matte
Every other color, just the refraction of that
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