Ancestors, ancestors, Terrence Crutcher, their blood still speaks.
From pain to purpose, their blood still speaks.
From ashes to beauty, their blood still speaks.
Saying you are brilliant, you are black excellence, their blood still speaks.
We say a prayer for a better tomorrow.
We cherish time cause we know that it's born.
Black Wall Street, black heaven, now this is hollow ground.
We may not see our ancestors but their spirit's still around.
Take these slave chains and give us back our crown.
Cause freedom isn't free when you look like me.
Young, gifted, and black, from the color of our skin to the texture of your hair.
We birth with purpose, it's reason that you're here.
The world is yours to conquer, believe in yourself.
I wish you nothing but the best.
Love, peace, and grace, and the overflow of life's wealth.
Yeah.
I said a prayer for a better tomorrow.
Tell a black girl that she's worth it.
Tell a black boy he got purpose.
Destiny sits in your mother's womb.
May your passion consume.
Fire in your bones.
A vision for a better world.
The world is yours to conquer.
You are God's design.
It's your time.
So be young and free.
With a life ahead of me.
Justice was fought so weak.
So we could live our dreams.
Kindergarten taught us pledge allegiance.
But they concealed them terrorist secrets.
Me and the homies did our own research.
A hundred years later, yeah, this is the rebirth.
They think reparations are record advance.
I'm God's mirror image.
Don't insult me.
I need a God-like percentage.
It's more than rhymes in a sentence.
Feed my kids when I'm finished.
My daughter know she pretty.
She don't need no extensions.
Like a fake Cleopatra.
Tie a ribbon in her natural.
Black baby and live dolls.
She getting all her practice.
For my future grandbabies.
Gotta carry on tradition.
For my ancestors.
God sent me on a mission.
Gotta see all caps when you type it.
These rappers all cap and I don't like it.
But we still getting capital.
Protests at the capitol.
Can't stop nothing magical.
So tell them nationalists.
We on some African *.
So be young and free.
With a life ahead of me.
Justice was fought so weak.
So we could live our dreams.
Bend addiction.
Redemption.
Life, death, and law.
Forgive me for this contradiction.
I made mistake in my past living.
So forgive my sake for present living.
I might do this * again.
I might cry for life again.
Cry again for death.
Cry again for pain.
Cry again for every brick that has ever been laid.
Stayed for a hundred years.
Stayed for a hundred tears.
Built a hundred bricks.
Built a hundred sticks.
A hundred spirits is marching.
A hundred babies is printed in black and white.
A hundred years later.
A hundred MC's is at the peephole.
A hundred dread heads confronting.
A hundred white heads confronting.
A hundred sheets at the intersection.
A hundred poets.
A hundred sons and daughters.
A hundred from the north.
A hundred from Gilcrease.
Thirty-six and forty-six.
B.C. Franklin.
A hundred nappy hairs from Cheyenne.
Berry Park and Chamberlain.
And North Mabee.
And Ben Hill.
And Amos T. Hall.
And O'Brien.
In front of Mount Vernon.
In front of Mount Zion.
Been done crying.
A new fire is burning.
Owning every life.

Absolute.
A battle brought Nitt solamente night.
A voluptuous adventure.



Natural passiert.
Maßocho.


Oh is she the only one you know the truth?