King Los - Little Black Boy lyrics

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King Los - Little Black Boy lyrics

[Intro] Skit by Los and his Son [Verse 1:] You remind me of night trapped in light You remind me of the sun just night after night Yeah you remind me of life How to smile when I'm down, how I grew up, my who, what's, why, when's and how's You remind me of style You remind me to be me and you haven't had to remind me in a while You remind me of that one thing I couldn't get the timing of You give me a inner feeling [?] what this rhyming does Your mind is gold, keep searching you mind in gold Remind me of fire make a diamond admire coal No pressure just bring me excellence Never sell out and never settle for less in it You remind me of answers in a world where we lose solutions to cancers You remind me of dancers cause you so well balanced the world spinning but you could stay on your toes in a place with a [?] living Remind me of Earl Simmons not every king could be perfect but you pray for everybody any demon that surface you remind me of what worth is and this whole world must be blind cause you remind me of perfect little black boy [Hook:] Little black boy The potentials in you The potentials in you Little black boy [Verse 2:] Why do you even remind me of war I'm begging you for a second just free my body I'm sore, I'm soaring I'm sorry you saw me leaving out of the door But when odds aren't even how even odd is the score We remind me of missing space too Much distanced placed between hug and kissing face Yeah we remind me of failed cries but what is pain to wooden [?] And nailed eyes Earning love is learning losses how could you plant seed and not return for harvest We are missing concerning Fathers and that reminds me of burning crosses, turning nauseous cause you remind me of me except I'm the new design what are you designed to believe just tell you gonna stay, build a stage and perform take me by my hand when I'm lost and tell me a poem Yeah tell me that story about the storm like how it rains that's just angels that are crying to wash away our pains Before I'm sour for all my day f** the power and a praise how could you not raise this little black boy [Hook]

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