Black Man in America (Explicit)

Black Man in America (Explicit) - Polo G

Lyrics by：Taurus Bartlett

Composed by：Taurus Bartlett

Uh yeah

I guess

I guess I f**kin' guess

Wanted hood fame 'cause the love different

Mobbin' with the gang daily d**g dealin'

Rappers who to blame for me mud sippin'

Puddle full of pain come from blood drippin'

Just designer shoes really no ambition

He just savin' for the next club kickin'

Shawty ain't got no morals but a dime or a five only time

We judge b***hes

Feel like f**k the world f**k his enemies

Dead n***as in his lungs hittin'

N***a ain't no guidance when them thugs drillin'

Just a bunch of sirens and them slugs spittin'

Mama told me the block gon' always be there

But not if it's gentrified I'm just reppin' where I was raised

N***a I ain't never had me an option to pick a side

Lot of s**t changed in the hood when my n***as died

Really don't shed tears but a n***a cry

Whether it's us or police we get victimized

Angry and ignorant we never civilized

F**k a political figure 'cause I'm still a n***a

Can't win me over with a stimulus bribe

Still want me stuck in the system

They hate that we chosen to kill 'em inside

I can't breathe and this mask can't muzzle me

Can't conform and they hate my reluctancy

Yeah I made it out the hood but it's stuck in me

From the slums always where the trouble be

Ain't a rapper in my lane that can f**k with me

Man this whole new generation is under me

Don't know how I can say that s**t humbly

Way at the top I'm just waitin' for company

I mean it's it's lonely up here like

It's cold all type of s**t like

But nah for real though like

I just really be thinkin' sometimes I hear myself spittin'

I'm like "Who can really f**k with me"

But that's another discussion

Do this s**t for my ancestors in them slave fields rockin' corduroys

You can get the picture like a Polaroid

N***as say we opps and we don't know them boys

When these rappers talkin' I be so annoyed

Say they makin' noise but it's only noise

A confrontation what I won't avoid

My confidence that's what they won't destroy

These n***as missed they targets hit the youth

They ain't tryna bargain they just shoot

The apple don't fall too far from the tree

Them guns that's loaded like forbidden fruit

Line 'em all up then it's R.I.P. ain't apologizin' in the booth

A prophecy my life the livin' proof

Give props to me what I don't hear 'em do

Keep sayin' I'm the G.O.A.T. and they never believe it

Quite frankly I'm gettin' tired of tellin' you Cletus

I been on the roll like I'm paraplegic

Way up on the opps we'll never get even

A lot of sick talk when them weapons be speakin'

Go cry to white chalk 'cause they left him not breathin'

Slave to the block 'cause they chop what they teachin'

That's why we outside in whatever the season

A hundred years ago they would've hanged us

Before Cuban links we was chained up

Free the ones the asset that we pray for

Know a constitution never made us

I'm just waitin' on a revolution

With no fear I'm older when that day come

Either house n***a or a mansion n***a

That refusing's covered up a pay cut

I'm the Deputy Chairman of the State of Illinois Black Panther Party Fred Hampton

I be teaching that solidarity is a thing

The end of complete wipe out of imperialism is a thing

So if you're gon' be thinking about me that's what Bobby would be teaching

If you're gon' be thinking about "Ain't no thing about going nowhere getting killed"

All we want to know is that you're doing what we'd be doing

If we were here

And you got to do that

You can't do it unless you believe that you can do it

In the spirit of liberation

In the spirit of liberation