Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Young Black Intelligent, artist - Masta Ace. Album song The Falling Season, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.05.2016
Record label: HHV
Song language: English
Young Black Intelligent |
| Young black intelligent, this is not a first |
| But it feels like it’s curse and it weighs like a elephant |
| Heavy on my mind, 'cause I feel so irrelevant |
| Heavy on my heart, it’s like I’m smart for the hell of it |
| Heavy on my soul, it’s our stroll through the 'ville again |
| Stranded on this island, feel like I’m Gilligan |
| Friends got jailed and then they got bailed |
| Stress that I’m under, I just wonder when they kill again |
| Please understand that I’m living in the concrete |
| Jungle where I stumble is the crumble under my feet |
| In the building lobby, see my man Bobby |
| Puffing on a joint that’s the point where our eyes meet |
| Asked what’s the weight on the books in my knapsack |
| He’s so amused, I’m confused why he asked that |
| Then I understand the motive and the plan |
| He’s trying to be the man while I stand getting laughed at |
| Dudes got jokes but very little hopes |
| That’s why they trying to bring me down like a halfback |
| But I got balanced, my moms made a promise |
| If I get the grades, I’ll be praised like Thomas |
| Clarence; |
| but I don’t know if law’s in my future |
| Cops in the war and they’ll sure try to shoot ya |
| All I wanna do is get a B in geometry |
| Lose my virginity and live my life drama free; |
| sing |
| As I sit and count these clouds |
| I sure hope my ma is proud of me |
| Why be I? |
| — why be I? |
| Why be me? |
| — why be me? |
| If I fly — if I fly |
| They gon' see — they gon' see |
| I might die — I might die |
| But I’ll be free — but I’ll be free |
| So why be I? |
| why be I? |
| Why be me? |
| — why be me? |
| Young Black Intelligent (x7) |
| Young Black… |
| Penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your dreams |
| A dime for your goals and a quarter in your jeans |
| Trying to make a dollar outta forty-one cents |
| Caught up in the barbed wire, shorty on the fence |
| I can be a knife-packing, gun-toting hooligan |
| But I can’t decide so I’m on my way to school again |
| On my way to duel again, me against the world |
| But all I can think about is me against a girl |
| Youthful exuberance, busting at the seams |
| Look at all the other kids cussing at the deans |
| Looking at all the other kids cutting 8th period |
| But I’m on a team and my coach won’t hear of it |
| He’s well aware of it, I ain’t getting pinched |
| Y’all dummies go ahead I ain’t getting benched |
| Whole lot of right and a little bit of wrong |
| And everything you’ve worked for? |
| Gone |
| As I sit and count these clouds |
| I sure hope my ma is proud of me |
| Why be I? |
| — why be I? |
| Why be me? |
| — why be me? |
| If I fly — if I fly |
| They gon' see — they gon' see |
| I might die — I might die |
| But I’ll be free — but I’ll be free |
| So why be I? |
| why be I? |
| Why be me? |
| — why be me? |
| Young Black Intelligent (x7) |
| Young Black… |
| In this state of emergency and sense of urgency |
| Just how young is young? |
| Cause the youth be not youth for long |
| Young society might be afraid of you |
| But you continue to be you |
| We are you, so we feel you |
| For that those that see you |
| We salute you |
| Continue to find like minds, brah |
| Design your inside, concentration, desire |
| Dedication, inspiration, perspiration |
| Is the hard work |
| Doesn’t guarantee anything |
| But without it, you don’t stand a chance |
| Intelligence will save you |
| And us too |
| Peace |