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moodie black - p r i v i l e g e lyrics

we all got privilege
we all want privilege
we all less privilege
were beyond our privilege
f+ck white privilege
it feel like privilege
were beyond our privilege
we all got privilege
we all want privilege
y’all insane with privilege

you ever see a trans trap mouth
the stitch holes moths off the tongue sway out
the black man’s bones burnt chicken half out with a half chewed collar with a half filled house
swag something bout a 48 vertical a kinky tint vodka and some broken fem orbitals
pretend to pray to blank race jesus the darkest n+ggas here dance defeated
we all f+cking rap. got broke hearts. too hard. bleed odd
f+cked the same cause we are too far er blemish
the burnt nerds all heard white herds took it how you get where the black kids bean sprouts
the browns stay floored to the boards in some slides nailed down with some rosaries and pork
my unc with all pride can’t forget how he told a queer kid to behave where i fit/
my head’s blown, higher than the fall guys burning in a black out tryna grow my fangs out
the kdeath lone in the trans west no sense comradery no crows left
i have no allegiance to the bad fed taking up the whole bed born torn ripped dead…
my kids like get it how you live it and all they wanna talk about is privilege
why you show me how a victim breathe
flex in a grave shop snowflakes i believe every raped tear drop
tape caught well worn nothing new or paid for
falling out t++th that i ignore too sore
the bodies transitioned and it’s too oak
walk is automatic when i feel choked
the buzzwords i can barely finish and all we wanna talk about is privilege

we all got privilege

pseudo paint everything
red red nails while i’m spitting on my good pastels
evil worked beetle lift skinny ride small flies throwing up
looks like every other fleshed out giving up riiide
i don’t a k k k v l o g anyway pr is a death trap any day
tried why the flame post?
blamed by the chained clothes
pained by the soft things
hanged by the door kn+b b+tch
i don’t like that but i feel it in my br++sts pride
in my flat chest there is no shame left
all pink everything hued out hard as death
sun dress blame me for significance the voice stays
too sway why the people give a f+ck
let me p+ss i ain’t seen a stretched out v+g+n+ in a urinal
blank stares. i’m not really poised for a funeral
i would rather make you uncomfortable beautiful
the suns blocked everyone cop held frida gun
the planet with a death clock bottom of the white men
turning up the blemish in my face laced
phased with a plain lace blazed with some free base
fangs in a bad place tryna climb up la all day
babies in the rearview ok ahhh
the black noise swearing they ain’t got it
of course the f+cking madness could of sworn that’s what they wanted
the bless is your shirts should be blue red fire and some ash silt
burning at the torso to the ground tilt down with a heavy thud
no mess. no blood
sh+t like that is way more than fun

- moodie black lyrics

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