Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black With N V (No Vision), artist - Black Sheep. Album song A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 31.12.1990
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Black With N V (No Vision) |
Now, I was told to never bite off more then I could chew |
But then you better bite enough for if you don’t, my boy, you’re blue |
Now I wonder, can others see the system that I see |
Or do they see and say they don’t and blame it on society? |
The days I’ve spent on Earth come to over just eight thousand |
And as I live and learn because there’s always someone mouthing |
Speaking on an issue, praise you or they diss you |
Long as I am strong, the words fly by me like Scott tissue |
My people, from nigga to negro to man of color |
Killed my father and my brother so that you could rape my mother |
Now you wonder, why is it through instinct you fear |
Wouldn’t dare me to stare, one for yourself, you’re out of here |
Not to worry, to harm you not intention of my creed |
But to stop your greed and give me what I need |
Opportunity, for a life for me |
And generations to come with in tranquility |
Now harmony, is a total love of things |
For those who are inclined or better yet like to sing |
But piece of mind it is my right for the spark will ignite |
'Till I can catch a cab at Midtown at midnight |
'Till I can be myself and not be thought as worse |
'Till I can buy a slice from Howard Beach to the 'Hurst |
'Till I can get the pill without fear of eject |
And occupations which I seek I can have if I select |
Now if I so select and reach out to make touch |
How can you say that I ask for too much? |
Don’t speak to me if good times are granted 'till I be |
Don’t tell me of the countries or the islands that you seek |
Don’t tell me to keep trying, you know I won’t agree |
Double negative means positively black with N. V |
As a player of the game, of the lifetime game I’m playing |
I bet you’re nodding, shake your head to what I’m saying |
It’s keep then but those of men color of skin could even begin to wonder |
What is it to ponder to let another bother |
Listen, stay open not dismissing |
Lack of vision makes division product no ambition |
Wishes which you wish upon you wish were more than dishes |
If I wish not to record steady now then I wash dishes |
Wish while I wash, the water hot gets colder |
Black I’m saying that in fact the dish gets clean and I get older |
Seemingly so, the dishes will grow to dishes far beyond me |
Lost my wish and broke a dish so now I’m wishy-washy |
Understand foundation, create my own creation |
If dumb and pumping jump, then get no ovation |
But only restriction, boom penes a lot of friction |
I then wash a dish with out pay? |
Boom! |
N.W.A |
Think I’m lying? |
Black I’m crying, salted tear would turn to crystal |
Crystals forming on my dishes so I wash them 'til dismissal |
Wash until my prints are wrinkled then they let me go |
I know not where I’m going so I know not where I go |
My people give me money, but the money much too low |
For me to meet the match of present day so I still need more dough |
Conjure up a suit, I wish that it were cute |
Borrow a token and a smoking I begin a wish less hope |
Intervening, application leads me on into frustration |
And duration of my time is spent with lack of occupation |
Time to go for what I know. |
I know not of what I wish |
But of soap and a towel and some water and a dish |
But lay o.k. |
cause you can get the play |
I pick your style, your smile shown bright about a mile away |
But anyway, another day, in the land of shove |
Just living in the life of who? |
A black man on a green land with a blue skyline |
Don’t tell me I’m color blind |
I’m seeing system is hard to believe in |
Underneath the underside I’m underachieving |
Bust my ass in school, to be a certified fool |
Now intellect of curb is my only tool |
But street game is so uncouth |
I took the SAT and that’s the sad-ass truth |
I’m not gliding but I’m striving hanging on by a thread and it’s called |
surviving |
Hang on, hang on, hang on, y’all |
Walk the street and keep you head so tall |
For time is short, no time is bought |
You’re only in the wrong if you get caught |
So kick in doors, bang on walls, shout in halls |
Get yours, y’all, get yours |