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audio push – black man lyrics

[intro]
wake up
black man, black man
just wanna be free
wake up, wake up
black man, black man

[hook 1: kent jamz]
n-gg-s wanna send pounds out to chicago
wake up, wake up, black man, black man
what about that gold layin’ in the congo?
wake up, wake up, black man, black man
shot my brother in the ghetto
wake up, wake up, black man, black man
think it’s time for me to let go
wake up, wake up, black man, black man

[refrain 1: kent jamz]
i think it’s time for us to click up
tell obama i’m with a million crips and bloods
i think it’s time for us to click up
tell mich-lle i got a million ghetto girls

[verse 1: oktane]
everything’s crazy, everybody’s lazy
you can’t keep a promise to yourself, you don’t give a sh-t about me
but they’ll empty a clip about me
i hope it never has to come to that, they talk stupid then run it back
i heard you haters tried to say we fallin’ off
you don’t know the difference i was fallin’ back
get your brain right, keep it all intact
yeah we stayin’ ready in case they all attack
how you gon’ do that? stupid, off the act
i just took two and two and made a stack
gotta bust the super moves to get the plaque
cause they won’t just give it to you ’cause you black
you gotta hit, really hard like back to back to back to back
and four more backs after that
alright hold on, rest in peace to young trayvon
snapchat k!lled draymond
they’ll do anything just to stay on
it’s life in the game you wanna play on
and we ain’t them boys you wanna play with
been a long time since the slave ship
and my momma still workin’ that graveshift
feel like the same sh-t

[hook 2: kent jamz]
they k!lled my daddy on deathrow
wake up, wake up, black man, black man
made my momma cry, left us broke
wake up, wake up, black man, black man
i look like the sphinx ‘fore they blew off the nose
wake up, wake up, black man, black man
took my name, put me on that boat
wake up, wake up, black man, black man

[refrain 2: kent jamz]
i think it’s time for us to click up
tell obama i’m with a million millionaires
i think it’s time for us to click up
tell mich-lle i’m with a million millionaires

[verse 2: price]
i just wanna be free from the welfare, chicken, and grease
free from my queens thinkin’ that they need weaves
free from the fear i get in seein’ the police
free from takin’ my check and blowin’ it at chic
free from the pain
free from the religion they forced on our brains
free from the smallpox vaccines full of aids
black teens full of rage waitin’ on change
free, free, woah
free free!
i just wanna be free from wantin’ freebies
free from the drama on reality tv
free from n-gg-s that’s tweakin’ for a retweet
free from my ex hopin’ that i fell off
free from my daddy makin’ county-jail calls
free from them little boys scared to man up
grabbin’ guns ’cause they scared to put they hands up
d-mn, forgot the beat
free from bloodin’ and crippin’
free from bustin’ missions
free from bein’ a victim
free from seein’ evictions
free from bein’ convicted
free from weak positions
free from b-tches dippin’
hold on let me finish
free from check-to-check
free from all this death
free from joinin’ sets
free from pointless s-x
free from us gettin’ a less percentage
and free from music with no message in it

[hook 3: kent jamz]
n-gg-s wanna send pounds out to chicago
wake up, wake up, black man, black man
what about that gold layin’ in the congo?
wake up, wake up, black man, black mann
i look like the sphinx ‘fore they blew off the nose
wake up, wake up, black man, black man
took my name, put me on that boat
wake up, wake up, black man, black man

[outro: kent jamz]
i think it’s time for us to click up
tell obama i’m with a million millionaires
i think it’s time for us to click up
tell mich-lle i’m with a million millionaires

[outro skit]
we are live in fontana at a m-ssive protest, due to yet another unarmed black man shot by police. and frankly, the people are just tired of this reckless abuse of authority. no violence is being reported here, and people of all color and creed are uniting for this one cause. to be honest, the police look far more hostile than the protestors. recently, overseas to our own home in california, it seems like unprovoked police brutality has become the norm. far too many murders, not enough justice, and not enough peace. i guess the only question left here, is when will the violence stop? this is too much fly high, reporting for 90951 news

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