Besedila:
After Crying To Black

gone to Black It's very Pepsi-poster At one she held me back Remember every motion of her As ran away to Black She went astray to Black In strait canal

of shits Styles guns my Uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton Bucking down one, bucking down two Bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black

next six years Derelict, black, chalky and dangerous I wondered if squatters lived there I'm still not sure but I know There were never any parties 'cause it was a shithole After

Dreaming of days when I could just fly away I'm trying to stay strong but after today I'm feeling down So who could be behind my smile I'm crying out

Gators to blazers, low fades and razors Big dick saloon, I contact the womb; the black asian Which location keeps circulating I want the twin power after

't give a damn if ya'll don't get it So fresh and so clean in my new jean While I'm laughing at the bacon, you're all crying at the clinic I read a couple

His boo was locked up in the car on the phone and tripping hard Screaming, fuck that bitch was scurried, "There's a killer out there" Cut that crying

backseats Systems that are kickin', sinkin' many black beats (This and that goin' on [unverified] street) I remember the time there was a jam in [unverified], the music No [unverified] till after

to a jet black crowd What it's like to be black and proud In a world where white is right but not tonight This is a black man's might I heard a sister