It's time we educate our young black boys and girls all around the world
It's time we educate our young black boys and girls all around the world
No more black on black crime, no more selling crack, no more selling out to the white man, turning they back on black
They don't want you educated, they don't want to see you naked
They got plans to leave you laying on the autopsy table, cut open butt naked, or in the cell incarcerated
Got working hard upon your dreams, they're working hard to break your concentration
Got me contemplating on ways to elevate you in this evil white nation
They use conquer and divide tactics to divide and violate you
They make it hard to get a job, so you break the law to get the paper
F*ck them racist white haters
You a queen, you a king, don't let them frustrate you
Remember the black man, their minds is the white man's motivation
Cock it back, and shoot them up
Boom
F*cking caveman
Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair
Who taught you to hate the color of your skin to such extent that you bleak to get like the white man
It's time we educate our young black boys and girls all around the world
It's time we educate our young black boys and girls all around the world
No more black on black
How I'm no more selling crack
No more sending out to the white man, turning they back on black
No more black on black
How I'm no more selling crack
No more selling out to the white man, turning they back on blacks
Young man
Young man
Young man
Young man
Young man
Young man
Young man
Young man
I used to be a dealer, but now I pitch the cards
No more selling weed
No more selling hard
I used to roam the streets like a bodyguard
The whites killing Negroes over body parts
America is the business
You know times is hard
You either eating good or you got to starve
So Inside I had to boss up
Life is what it cost ya
I had to flip a coin so my life is just a toss up
I'm here to educate our future generation
Focus with a demonstration, stop the hatred
We need more peace and a lot of love
We need more money, but a lot of hugs
White folks creating ballers or a lot of thugs
You can own the business, no more selling drugs
I used to run the streets, I really know the plug
You can be on top, might need a shoulder rub
I said you can be on top, might need a shoulder rub
Who taught you to hate the shape of your nose
And the shape of your lips
Who taught you to hate yourself
From the top of your head to the soles of your feet
Who taught you to hate your own kind
Who taught you to hate the race that you belong to
So much so that you don't want to be around each other
No, before you come asking Mr. Muhammad, does he teach hate
You should ask yourself who taught you to hate being what God made you
It's time we educate our young black boys and girls all around the world
It's time we educate our young black boys and girls all around the world
No more black on black crime, no more selling crack
No more selling out to the white men, turning they back on blacks
No more black on black crime, no more selling crack
No more selling out to the white men, turning they back on blacks
No more black on black crime, no more selling crack
No more selling out to the white men, turning they back on blacks
No more black on black crime, no more selling crack
No more selling out to the white men, turning they back on blacks
TTG 216 - Around the world (feat. Scarface Q) Lyrics
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It's time we educate our young black boys and girls all around the world
It's time we educate our young black boys and girls all around the world
No more black on black crime, no more selling crack, no more selling out to the white man, turning they back on black
They don't want you educated, they don't want to see you naked
They got plans to leave you laying on the autopsy table, cut open butt naked, or in the cell incarcerated
Got working hard upon your dreams, they're working hard to break your concentration
Got me contemplating on ways to elevate you in this evil white nation
They use conquer and divide tactics to divide and violate you
They make it hard to get a job, so you break the law to get the paper
F*ck them racist white haters
You a queen, you a king, don't let them frustrate you
Remember the black man, their minds is the white man's motivation
Cock it back, and shoot them up
Boom
F*cking caveman
Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair
Who taught you to hate the color of your skin to such extent that you bleak to get like the white man
It's time we educate our young black boys and girls all around the world
It's time we educate our young black boys and girls all around the world
No more black on black
How I'm no more selling crack
No more sending out to the white man, turning they back on black
No more black on black
How I'm no more selling crack
No more selling out to the white man, turning they back on blacks
Young man
Young man
Young man
Young man
Young man
Young man
Young man
Young man
I used to be a dealer, but now I pitch the cards
No more selling weed
No more selling hard
I used to roam the streets like a bodyguard
The whites killing Negroes over body parts
America is the business
You know times is hard
You either eating good or you got to starve
So Inside I had to boss up
Life is what it cost ya
I had to flip a coin so my life is just a toss up
I'm here to educate our future generation
Focus with a demonstration, stop the hatred
We need more peace and a lot of love
We need more money, but a lot of hugs
White folks creating ballers or a lot of thugs
You can own the business, no more selling drugs
I used to run the streets, I really know the plug
You can be on top, might need a shoulder rub
I said you can be on top, might need a shoulder rub
Who taught you to hate the shape of your nose
And the shape of your lips
Who taught you to hate yourself
From the top of your head to the soles of your feet
Who taught you to hate your own kind
Who taught you to hate the race that you belong to
So much so that you don't want to be around each other
No, before you come asking Mr. Muhammad, does he teach hate
You should ask yourself who taught you to hate being what God made you
It's time we educate our young black boys and girls all around the world
It's time we educate our young black boys and girls all around the world
No more black on black crime, no more selling crack
No more selling out to the white men, turning they back on blacks
No more black on black crime, no more selling crack
No more selling out to the white men, turning they back on blacks
No more black on black crime, no more selling crack
No more selling out to the white men, turning they back on blacks
No more black on black crime, no more selling crack
No more selling out to the white men, turning they back on blacks
It's time we educate our young black boys and girls all around the world
No more black on black crime, no more selling crack, no more selling out to the white man, turning they back on black
They don't want you educated, they don't want to see you naked
They got plans to leave you laying on the autopsy table, cut open butt naked, or in the cell incarcerated
Got working hard upon your dreams, they're working hard to break your concentration
Got me contemplating on ways to elevate you in this evil white nation
They use conquer and divide tactics to divide and violate you
They make it hard to get a job, so you break the law to get the paper
F*ck them racist white haters
You a queen, you a king, don't let them frustrate you
Remember the black man, their minds is the white man's motivation
Cock it back, and shoot them up
Boom
F*cking caveman
Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair
Who taught you to hate the color of your skin to such extent that you bleak to get like the white man
It's time we educate our young black boys and girls all around the world
It's time we educate our young black boys and girls all around the world
No more black on black
How I'm no more selling crack
No more sending out to the white man, turning they back on black
No more black on black
How I'm no more selling crack
No more selling out to the white man, turning they back on blacks
Young man
Young man
Young man
Young man
Young man
Young man
Young man
Young man
I used to be a dealer, but now I pitch the cards
No more selling weed
No more selling hard
I used to roam the streets like a bodyguard
The whites killing Negroes over body parts
America is the business
You know times is hard
You either eating good or you got to starve
So Inside I had to boss up
Life is what it cost ya
I had to flip a coin so my life is just a toss up
I'm here to educate our future generation
Focus with a demonstration, stop the hatred
We need more peace and a lot of love
We need more money, but a lot of hugs
White folks creating ballers or a lot of thugs
You can own the business, no more selling drugs
I used to run the streets, I really know the plug
You can be on top, might need a shoulder rub
I said you can be on top, might need a shoulder rub
Who taught you to hate the shape of your nose
And the shape of your lips
Who taught you to hate yourself
From the top of your head to the soles of your feet
Who taught you to hate your own kind
Who taught you to hate the race that you belong to
So much so that you don't want to be around each other
No, before you come asking Mr. Muhammad, does he teach hate
You should ask yourself who taught you to hate being what God made you
It's time we educate our young black boys and girls all around the world
It's time we educate our young black boys and girls all around the world
No more black on black crime, no more selling crack
No more selling out to the white men, turning they back on blacks
No more black on black crime, no more selling crack
No more selling out to the white men, turning they back on blacks
No more black on black crime, no more selling crack
No more selling out to the white men, turning they back on blacks
No more black on black crime, no more selling crack
No more selling out to the white men, turning they back on blacks
Writer: Quentin Appellin, Carlos Henderson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid