Dj Quik - Black Friday lyrics

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Dj Quik - Black Friday lyrics

[Verse 1] I look around and the whole scene is different It seem like life is different What's wrong with us, why the police wanna k** us? Why black people emotional? Black people know it, you the same color outer space You should not feel out of place Curtis Mayfield said it, James Brown said it Now stop faking pigment, and go embrace your heritage Ain't no good or bad hair, only fine or course hair That is so divisive, why do my sisters care? I been on my own, 30 years strong I was broke as a bone, nowhere to call my home But I knew I had talent, I knew that I could do it That thing that change your life, don't get no [?] into it Make you put your feet into it Don't let the evils distract you or make you quit Because if it was Eazy-E could do it If 'Pac was here, he'd write a song that would calm you down And I would maybe produce it, give it that Compton sound He only haunts me now, I see the truth even further He knew them rap magazines would instigate us further I'ma tell you like that, cause' I can tell you like that Pour out a little liquor, 'Pac communicates through Quiksta Now I'm drinking [?] and apple juice I've been drinking [?]'s since I was 29 I made the history books when I was 29 And now I heard every line 'cause people always lying Now me heart is telling me that this is what you need So before I leave I'ma give it to you , give it to you yeah Without no pop scream there, let you know I mean it yeah [Verse 2] Solitary mind, military mission I tried to get my people's to chill, that's my intention But you can't stop the back and forth when a brother dies And families gotta pay for funerals without a dime Deadly force cases, brand new databases And Trump wants to stop at Christmas, go buy him [?] Don't put your hands up, don't ask them not to shoot Just say you wanna live, now that's a common truth You can't believe the TV, that's only part of the scandal There ain't no filter on the web and that's too much to handle Since Adam bit the apple, we all get hit with shrapnel Them tear gas cannons just explode and then we get trampled Now see yourself in my voice, I say what you don't hear I say what they don't print, because the truth is so feared And that's just so weird They make you bury your reality with d** and a beer Don't you hear me? Don't you hear me? (Huh) Don't you hear me?

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