Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black, artist - Dave. Album song PSYCHODRAMA, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dave, Neighbourhood
Song language: English
Black |
Look |
Black is beautiful, black is excellent |
Black is pain, black is joy, black is evident |
It's workin' twice as hard as the people you know you're better than |
'Cause you need to do double what they do so you can level them |
Black is so much deeper than just African-American |
Our heritage been severed, you never got to experiment |
With family trees 'cause they teach you about famine and greed |
And show you pictures of our fam on their knees |
Tell us we used to be barbaric, we had actual queens |
Black is watching child soldiers gettin' killed by other children |
Feelin' sick like "Oh shit, this coulda happened to me" |
Your mummy watchin', tellin' stories 'bout your dad and your niece |
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice |
The kid dies, the blacker the killer, the sweeter the news |
And if he's white, you'll give him a chance, he's ill and confused |
If he's black he's probably armed, you see and you shoot |
Look |
Black is growin' up around the barbershop |
Mummy sayin' stay away from trouble, you're in yard a lot |
Studyin' for ages, appreciating the chance you got |
'Cause black is in your blood and you ain't even got the heart to stop |
Black is steppin' in for your mother because your father's gone |
And standin' by your children when you haven't proving karma wrong |
Black is doing all of the above and going corner shopping |
Tryna help a lady cross the street to have her walking off |
Black is growing up around your family and making it |
Then being forced to leave the place you live because there's hate in it |
People say you fake this shit, never stayed to change this shit |
But black is being jealous, you'd be dead if you had stayed in it |
Black is struggling to find your history or change this shit |
You don't know the truth about your race 'cause they're erasing it |
Black has got a sour fucking flavor, here's a taste of it |
But black is all I know, there ain't a thing that I would change in it |
Look |
Black ain't just a single fucking color man, there's shades to it |
Her hair straight and thick but mine's got waves in it |
Black is not divisive, they've been lying and I hate this shit |
Black has never been a competition, we all make this shit |
Black is deadly, black is when you're freezing in your home |
And you can't get sleep, but never feeling empty 'cause |
You got 20 cousins in your country living stress-free |
Walking for their water, daughter wrapped inside a bed sheet |
Black is distant |
It's representing countries that never even existed |
While your grandmother was living |
Black is Magonet and brother reading into scriptures |
Doin' research in his lineage, finding out that he's Egyptian |
Black is people naming your counties on what they trade most |
Coastal rivalry, gold coast and the grain coast |
But most importantly, to show how deep all of this pain goes |
West Africa, Benin, they called it slave coast |
Black is so confusing 'cause the culture, they're in love with it |
They take our features when they want and have their fun with it |
Never seem to help with all the things we know will come with it |
Loud in our laughter, silent in our suffering |
Black is being strong inside and facing defeat |
Poverty made me a beast, I battled the law in the streets |
We all struggle, but your struggle ain't a struggle like me |
Or how could it be when your people gave us the odds that we beat |
I mean fucking hell, what about our brothers that are stuck in jail |
That could have bust the bail, they held a bird and gotta live with it |
Black is being guilty until proven that you're innocent |
Black is sayin' "Free my fuckin' niggas stuck inside in prisons cells" |
They think it's funny, we ain't got nothing to say to them |
Unconditional love is strange to them, it's amazing them |
Black is like the sweetest fucking flavor, here's a taste of it |
But black is all I know, there ain't a thing that I would change in it |