Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Magnolia, artist - David Banner.
Date of issue: 16.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Magnolia |
Yeah, ooh |
Mighty mighty Magnolia |
I was sittin' up under these trees |
She was talkin' to me, said |
«Son do you know who I am? |
Who I happen to be?» |
And I told her, «The Mighty Magnolia that stand tall for the shoulders of |
slaves and soldiers when the days get colder» |
I’m so older but I’m young in my spirit |
From the blood I’d hear it |
From Mr. Malcom Garvey and Marley |
Then she started to tell me |
How she was used in the lynching of blacks |
Branch cracked, broke her arms so his neck wouldn’t snap |
And if I wouldn’t rap, I’d probably meet the same damn fate |
From the same damn rope, I’m 'bout the same damn weight |
I said, «Wait, man, wait» |
I still got the nooses just loose and they tighten that bitch up |
When I’m speakin' the truth |
They need proof that God exist |
So, I gave The God Box |
It ain’t shit hard as this, it ain’t shit hard as this |
Flick a wrist, I flick a brick |
An O, I still get this dough |
These bitches know |
Everywhere we go, it’s Mississippi, ho |
Peace the dro |
This some old outer space ballin, spacecraft callin' |
Black George Jetson, Juice City jack kawin' |
Paintin' pictures of scriptures |
I know that ya’ll missed us |
Crackers out here stackin' they army |
Tryna enlist us |
You pissed us off enough to clique up on your ass |
The last shall be first and the first shall be last |
No average, no savage, this King Ruler |
Billion dollar freedom fighter |
And I take it if I gotta, nigga |
Cracker |
Oh, Mother Magnolia |
Your daughters and your sons |
Made the sky start cryin' |
As they hung lifeless from your arms |
Please, Mother Magnolia |
Although, the fruit is strange |
It’s been such a long time comin' |
But will the seasons ever change? |
Let me try to offer ya’ll a whole 'nother perspective really quick |
Now, this African American officer was an undercover |
Who lost a little brother because of a gang color |
Which, eventually, accelerated the cancer that killed his mother |
And he was married to a white woman that they called a nigga lover |
And it became a full time job not to kill a nigga |
I wonder does he still consider that he’s still a nigga |
We’ve all got choices, and the real recognize what’s real and chose |
But he’s basically still undercover in his civilian clothes |
All the right reasons |
But he may not even get that love again |
'Cause salary’s still not enough to be a Republican |
Issues of growing up without a dad |
Had one too many one night and forgot his badge |
A brawl ensued with a racist cop |
Didn’t stop and ask |
'Cause he was sure that he was a nigga when he shot his ass |
Oh, Mother Magnolia |
Your daughters and your sons |
Made the sky start cryin' |
As they hung lifeless from your arms |
Please, Mother Magnolia |
Although, the fruit is strange |
It’s been such a long time comin' |
But will the seasons ever change? |
If a tree could speak |
It’s probably shed a tear and weep |
For the skin like mine |
For being there behind Confederate lines |
Mighty Magnolia |
Mighty Magnolia |