Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Haunted Ocean, artist - Curly CastroDate of issue: 22.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Haunted Ocean |
| Ezekiel Rawlings |
| Devil inna Blue calling |
| Segregate, colored only |
| Call on Mouse if you have a problem |
| And now yo ass really drowning |
| Pimping ain’t ease it’s a mountain |
| Dealing with anything Half-Back |
| Enter thru the Back, Bull Conner |
| Take it to the Head, Selma |
| Place Dynamite, No Thelma |
| Just four little girls, dawn at a church |
| Spike had to fuckin' tell yah? |
| But a Panther only gets Blacker |
| And the Night plays a factor |
| It swallows all the white wrongs |
| And the Meek kills the Master |
| So the reckonings a’coming |
| Word to the ghost, Bobby Hutton |
| So stand strong, Juan Carlos |
| Or you free fall for nothing |
| Pardon, We could take it back Dogon |
| So gather all of yah photons, for the phone con, and so on |
| Tough to kill like LoGone |
| Power to the P. Malcolm |
| Boogie Down like the South Bronx with a Falcon |
| On my gun arm! |
| Would you send your kids |
| To our kids' school? |
| Is Trump about to win |
| This stage of fools? |
| Do Black Lives really matter |
| Or do they don’t? |
| Dirty blood, curly hair |
| Like my President |
| Is it true East New York’s |
| Coming up and hot? |
| Can you touch my Afro? |
| (Ha!) |
| You may not |
| Polluting my Earth, my food |
| Mind and more |
| Healing foremother’s wounds |
| Your forefather’s whores |
| Waltz with the invisible man |
| The elephant in the room |
| I need me a sensible plan |
| They trynna sentence me to doom |
| If it had not been for the lord |
| I woulda had a not a now nada |
| Nat Turner on a quiet night |
| From the back burner or the pilot light |
| Cause of one drop of this Black blood |
| You know the hood different now |
| Seen White girls coming out the chicken spot lookin thick |
| Or was it one drop of this Black nut? |
| That got them open season on my progeny |
| For the fear White ovaries might meet |
| The Nightmares of an overseer or a housewife of an officer |
| They like «Why you go there so often?» |
| «Pardon, can’t cloak this awful truth |
| Dispute even our ocean’s haunted» |
| So to call me going overboard |
| Thats old news sung from my sad song |
| Tongues at the bottom these deep blues |
| And the cotton in my denim bleeds too |
| My pain regressive your strain recessive |
| I’m just trynna be, I’m just minding me |
| I ain’t trynna be rude |
| Waltz with the Invisible Man… (x10) |