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Dark Man Live Video (MV)




Performed By: Foot
Language: English
Length: 2:21
Written by: Jacob Washington




Foot - Dark Man Live Lyrics
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Momma said I got a attitude, our viewpoints weren't the same
Momma took us out Los Angeles, escaping drugs and gangs
Put us in those contact sports, release your energy in pain
But full circle like a ferris wheel them vices went and came
Now the only black kid on the block
I still walked with my head up higher than a hawk
There's still chalk marks on this asphalt
I still talk my shit
'Cause ain't nobody gone tell me how the dark man live
I'd get rowdy and rebel, I never ate my vegetables
I was hitting on bitches, past decisions are questionable
Poppa slapped the leather on ass, it felt like stakes
Watch Ladera while I'm skipping class Tyler, Create
Inspired niggas like me to not just eat, sleep, and fornicate
But formulate ideas, you single minded thinkers so irate
So I make my own perceptions every time I start my day
And figure how I could roast some crackers without using race
My neighbors think I'm selling dope
J. Cole I think it's safe to say
That it ain't cus of fame and money but the color of my face
You don't like my f*cking face
I don't like my f*cking face
But boogie ass bitches wanna f*ck me every single day
'Cause I'm the black kid from the block
And I walk with my head up higher than a hawk
There's still chalk marks on this asphalt
I still talk my shit, cus ain't nobody gone tell me how the dark man live
I'm the black kid from the block
And I walk with my head up higher than a hawk
There's still chalk marks on this asphalt
I still talk my shit, cus ain't nobody gone tell me how the dark man live
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Momma said I got a attitude, our viewpoints weren't the same
Momma took us out Los Angeles, escaping drugs and gangs
Put us in those contact sports, release your energy in pain
But full circle like a ferris wheel them vices went and came
Now the only black kid on the block
I still walked with my head up higher than a hawk
There's still chalk marks on this asphalt
I still talk my shit
'Cause ain't nobody gone tell me how the dark man live
I'd get rowdy and rebel, I never ate my vegetables
I was hitting on bitches, past decisions are questionable
Poppa slapped the leather on ass, it felt like stakes
Watch Ladera while I'm skipping class Tyler, Create
Inspired niggas like me to not just eat, sleep, and fornicate
But formulate ideas, you single minded thinkers so irate
So I make my own perceptions every time I start my day
And figure how I could roast some crackers without using race
My neighbors think I'm selling dope
J. Cole I think it's safe to say
That it ain't cus of fame and money but the color of my face
You don't like my f*cking face
I don't like my f*cking face
But boogie ass bitches wanna f*ck me every single day
'Cause I'm the black kid from the block
And I walk with my head up higher than a hawk
There's still chalk marks on this asphalt
I still talk my shit, cus ain't nobody gone tell me how the dark man live
I'm the black kid from the block
And I walk with my head up higher than a hawk
There's still chalk marks on this asphalt
I still talk my shit, cus ain't nobody gone tell me how the dark man live
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Writer: Jacob Washington
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