Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Kennedy, artist - August Greene. Album song August Greene, in the genre СоулDate of issue: 10.05.2018
Song language: English
Black Kennedy |
| If I was a Kennedy, I’d be a black Kennedy |
| Black car, black tux, this is black symmetry |
| Raised in the Chi though my family from Tennessee |
| I remember me, 'Riem, Dilla, we was in the D |
| Riding through the city with the top down |
| We ain’t got no ceilings to our thoughts now |
| It’s a beautiful ride |
| Riding through the city with the top down |
| We ain’t got no ceilings to our thoughts now |
| It’s a beautiful ride |
| Let the sun grow, I roll through the jungle on the humble |
| Got compassion from my mother, streets from my uncle |
| One code of honor is to move with no drama |
| Know thyself, know gettin' money, know karma |
| Hold respect like a charm that I got from my momma |
| In the palm of my hand, it’s like a land that I’m fond of |
| A calm dove, Lon love, the black Dalai Lama of |
| Feed the masses with two fish for one love |
| The sum of all pieces |
| Release new releases to release us from the beast is the thesis |
| I used to give my lil' cuz cleatses |
| It’s what I used to get my grandmother pieces, she love sequins |
| Diahann Carroll-like, some of these leaders are pharaoh-like |
| Let the people go so they can face the east and grow |
| Time for everything, everything is seasonal |
| I dreamed enough everything is believable, it’s feasible |
| If I was a Kennedy, I’d be a black Kennedy |
| Black car, black tux, this is black symmetry |
| Raised in the Chi though my family from Tennessee |
| I remember me, 'Riem, Dilla, we was in the D |
| Riding through the city with the top down |
| We ain’t got no ceilings to our thoughts now |
| It’s a beautiful ride |
| Riding through the city with the top down |
| We ain’t got no ceilings to our thoughts now |
| It’s a beautiful ride |
| Macaroons, easy afternoons |
| Shorties buck shots under blacker moons |
| In search of yellow suns, undeveloped ones |
| They get hella guns, heat and melanin |
| The streets where we from, beats heavy drums |
| Wish I could put Jordans on the feet of everyone |
| Black Kennedy, royalty with black identity |
| Leader of the freestyle, I go to penitentiaries |
| And write with the fight of Reverend Wright from Trinity |
| For centuries, they’ll remember me for my similes |
| But I metaphor more than that |
| No matter how rich I get, I’ma pour it back |
| The jurisdiction of justice, non-fiction of a hustler’s heart |
| From dust we start |
| And we must embark to passion mark the people |
| Had our first black prez, I’ma be the sequel |
| If I was a Kennedy, I’d be a black Kennedy |
| Black car, black tux, this is black symmetry |
| Raised in the Chi though my family from Tennessee |
| I remember me, 'Riem, Dilla, we was in the D |
| Riding through the city with the top down |
| We ain’t got no ceilings to our thoughts now |
| It’s a beautiful ride |
| Riding through the city with the top down |
| We ain’t got no ceilings to our thoughts now |
| It’s a beautiful ride |