B.I.G. Fella - Black Collar (feat. M.!.L Band & Duck Lo)

SLAVE written on my face like a prince
Brainwashed, no escape, my people drenched
They all want us extinct, I'm convinced
If the grass is greener than jump the fence, bet!
Well I hopped that bitch, reality hit, mentality switched
One shot, BOW!
Don't become a lottery pick
Black man down, another brother cease to exist
Misjudged by my dreads, how I fit the description?
I'm forever overzealous
Capitalizing all endeavors
My complexion make ‘em jealous
Eradicating the oppressor or whoever applying pressure
Third eye on the treasure ‘cause I'm blessed beyond measures, unapologetic
Embrace the struggle legalize your hustle
Your mind a muscle, peace refines the puzzled
When times are troubled, utilize what's subtle
Divine rebuttals when the weak replies a chuckle
Alpha male when I'm staring in the mirror
Never let ‘em break your spirit
Knowingly they prone to fear it
My ambition world premiering
The incoherent interfering while a nigga preserving
Black scholar, cerebellum core polished
Masters’ minds I abolish for my people they've impoverished
Heavenly Father blessed the ones that lack knowledge
Every day attract dollars
Don't betray this black collar
I must say
Namaste
Nights meet day
New Sugar Ray
Although you paid
You still a slave
Swing low sweet chariot
Just take me away
Free me from all the struggles that I seen in a day
Free me from all of the lies they be sending my way
I won't be satisfied til I hear the world say
Fuck a black or white
We all one in the same
But until that day
I'm like Quick get paid
Put the money in the cut don’t let ‘em take it away
Plot that plan
Cop that land
Invest in self
Nigga fuck them J's
I can't save the world from starving
But that don't mean a nigga can't start a garden
We came a long ass way from Harlem
New renaissance men in position making bargains
If they don't get a piece they say you robbin
You in the hood, conditions dark like Gotham
So we goin pull a number on Peter and never pay Paul
My back against the wall I want it all
Ever since I can remember
I've been out to get a dollar
No collar, Blue collar
To the crisp white collars
Went against the grain
That's when shit changed
Quiet as kept on the set
Next to black collars
On the job til my feet callus
Trying hard not to show malice
Trying be a king in his palace
But they trying pull me off the throne
Throwing stones from a glass house
Doing dirt but don't take their own trash out
Talking shit but don't know what they talking bout
Interupting the chief when he giving knowledge out
Ungrateful mother fuckers
Ignorant racial clutters
We don't see how they stunt us
We don't know how they blunt the weapon of our mind
People I think its time
To support one another
Give a hand to your brother
But we don't see the rhyme
To the reason that we stumble
It’s the system that we under
Police protect one another
Let us harm each other
Then kill a young brother and still not convicted of a crime
School systems going under
Still we blame each other
It's the way it was designed
In every community we lack the amenities
But liquor stores and carryouts are profiting
What happened to I am we
Revolutionaries, celebrating drug kings
Isn't making a means
It’s turning us into fiends who crave attention and cream
Killing the King’s dream
Killing Malcolm's regime
Killing Huey the scholar
Killing ourselves for the green dollar
Until it stop I'm rocking two black gloves
With my black collar

Written by:
Angelo Nelson II, Jamil Williams, Kelvin Deadwyler Jr.

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