Pretty Black Future - CYNE

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Call him «Lil' Black Tarzan»

Swing boy, sing not «Mommy» but «Amen»

Hurry up, dress up, clean shirt, go

Button up.

ShowTime.

Wait, shine your shoe off

Bring it back.

God don’t love nappy hair

My shit broke the pick, though.

Mama, I ain’t happy here

See, I be in the zone and can’t remember quotes

To Paul, David, and Matthew.

I just woke

Right before the missionary came

To target my back for visionary gain

You see, I was missing when they came

The snake in the grass root hissing at a dame like

Everybody wanna talk my blues.

Can’t

Walk my shoes, my pretty black future

Got grey and I bottle up hate, say

«Jesús new to the game.

Y ou loser»

Oh yeah I rock Circas, but no, I ain’t no skater

I see you cop Jordans but no, you ain’t no player (nah)

For me and what I do is mine, define major

Never was a thug, but hon, I stay laser

Dabble in some good rock—yes, I love hip hop

For each to his own—I zone to where the beat stop

Yes, I am a black man living within a white world

I got my education, but no, don’t date no white girls

Never said I wouldn’t, but only for right reasons

Easy to get caught up and then it’s hunting season

Get you in a setup and trying to take your freedom

Ass ain’t getting me down—gimme Lakisha

Pretty Black Future—winners are called losers

But we still striving against those who use us

We still define ourselves by our abusers

Quit doing that shit—we'll reach heaven sooner

Yeah.

My money, my plight, my fight, my life, my mics, my shit, my future

My money, my plight, my fight, my rights—take that from me and I’ll shoot ya

Yeah.

And paint a pretty black tomorrow

With fear and a chokehold, move immortal

Hurry up—no huddle

My team first-down-bound—no time to cuddle (uh uh)

Yeah.

So it’s goodbye to love now

Hello, mean-mug frown—this is how we get down

Yeah.

So it’s goodbye to love now

Hello, mean-mug frown—this is how we get down

So how does it feel to be one of the beautiful?

How does it feel to be one of the beautiful?

So, uh, Jesse Jackson we need some real action

Let’s move these buffoons—fuck the jive turkey taxes

I say it.

Yo.

Yes freedom.

Yes land

No warmonger president—feed Sudan

And yes, we speak change but don’t do a damn thing

Everyday be the same—bullshit still remains

Remain my name—be not Marco Polo

Discover new water.

True I’m Marcus—I flow though

Eh.

Uh.

I do it for the pretty black

Yeah, sir.

I do it for the future

Uh.

Yeah.

I do it for the pretty black

Come on.

Yeah.

I do it for the future