One time for the black man
Two time for the black soul
Three times for the grind hoe
Four times for the shine bro
I woke up with my first in the air
I'm feeling black today
Lord will l last today
Cus if black triggas blaow
You quick to pass away
I want some peace and love
I'm feelin like a black hippy
Police fear my melanin
They trynna to f*cking get me
We locked eyes
His vibe is suggesting that he want to hit me
So I drop my bag
Turn my back
Try to run
Gun blast
Hit me in my shoulder
Now I'm falling over
I say a prayer to my lord and savior cus I kno it's over
Another Shot let off
He Hit me in my chest
Now I'm blacking out
Thinking did I give
My life my best
My life is flashing
I see Brother Malcolm x
With a yoppa hand
That's when he said
Cut the tv off
The revolution of ours should never be televised
Break every jail down
So black men can unionize
So we can strap up for war
Our guns is filled with knowledge
Cus its power
Let's burn the trump towers
With our education
That's the only way
We can get reparation
For broken promises
Let's go to college niggas
That's where the knowledge is
That's word to Martin
Let's hit the mother land
Gather up some black Spartans
Mob on legislation
Yeah we tired of waitin
For our liberation
That's when I put my fist in the air and said
One time for the black man
Two time for the black soul
Three times for the grind hoe
Four times for the shine bro
KyeTaRon - New Black Soul Lyrics
KyeTaRon - New Black Soul Lyrics
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One time for the black man
Two time for the black soul
Three times for the grind hoe
Four times for the shine bro
I woke up with my first in the air
I'm feeling black today
Lord will l last today
Cus if black triggas blaow
You quick to pass away
I want some peace and love
I'm feelin like a black hippy
Police fear my melanin
They trynna to f*cking get me
We locked eyes
His vibe is suggesting that he want to hit me
So I drop my bag
Turn my back
Try to run
Gun blast
Hit me in my shoulder
Now I'm falling over
I say a prayer to my lord and savior cus I kno it's over
Another Shot let off
He Hit me in my chest
Now I'm blacking out
Thinking did I give
My life my best
My life is flashing
I see Brother Malcolm x
With a yoppa hand
That's when he said
Cut the tv off
The revolution of ours should never be televised
Break every jail down
So black men can unionize
So we can strap up for war
Our guns is filled with knowledge
Cus its power
Let's burn the trump towers
With our education
That's the only way
We can get reparation
For broken promises
Let's go to college niggas
That's where the knowledge is
That's word to Martin
Let's hit the mother land
Gather up some black Spartans
Mob on legislation
Yeah we tired of waitin
For our liberation
That's when I put my fist in the air and said
One time for the black man
Two time for the black soul
Three times for the grind hoe
Four times for the shine bro
Two time for the black soul
Three times for the grind hoe
Four times for the shine bro
I woke up with my first in the air
I'm feeling black today
Lord will l last today
Cus if black triggas blaow
You quick to pass away
I want some peace and love
I'm feelin like a black hippy
Police fear my melanin
They trynna to f*cking get me
We locked eyes
His vibe is suggesting that he want to hit me
So I drop my bag
Turn my back
Try to run
Gun blast
Hit me in my shoulder
Now I'm falling over
I say a prayer to my lord and savior cus I kno it's over
Another Shot let off
He Hit me in my chest
Now I'm blacking out
Thinking did I give
My life my best
My life is flashing
I see Brother Malcolm x
With a yoppa hand
That's when he said
Cut the tv off
The revolution of ours should never be televised
Break every jail down
So black men can unionize
So we can strap up for war
Our guns is filled with knowledge
Cus its power
Let's burn the trump towers
With our education
That's the only way
We can get reparation
For broken promises
Let's go to college niggas
That's where the knowledge is
That's word to Martin
Let's hit the mother land
Gather up some black Spartans
Mob on legislation
Yeah we tired of waitin
For our liberation
That's when I put my fist in the air and said
One time for the black man
Two time for the black soul
Three times for the grind hoe
Four times for the shine bro
Writer: KyeTaRon
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