Yanick Delice - Black N' Mild lyrics

[Verse 1: Kos D] Tell me something I don't know (what!) Tell me something I can't see (huh!) sh** a n***ah move antsy A n***ah catch dreams of the clean Pull the lean for the team with a stretch cause I fiend too much sh** a n***ah had gleam throw the d for the queens on her knees shorty scream too much I don't give two f**s sh** I been out trying In the pan out frying, out here stepping them eyes ain't drying But the pigs stay flying Where the f** my mind supposed to cool n***ah they picked that too Raw like a new tattoo I'm up in the morning with a brand new blues Arraignments that I'm gonna mix with booze Caught up in the mix how ima stick that move, I don't wanna take that lose or take that loss, hit em with the cross test missed for the court Community service they do it on purpose I'm hit Looking at n***ahz they sick, how you gon speak on that sh**, uma** you ready to flip and n***ahz gon deal with that sh** you know what it is Im hoping I pull up with this if I wasn't in school they'da pulled up a bid Believe in that sh** Officer Dodd and his squad could go choke on a dick afflicting the pimp I'm limping around with my hand on my sick and I ain't doing sh** Fighting be something i miss feels like I'm crossing a bridge and its burning my lips the purpose to this being personal sh** Numbering n***ahz to criminal tips American ways setting us up for American graves how am I sane When livings been splitting my brain [Hook] Let me get that forty ounce n***ah Obama just won Lemme get that 40 oz n***ah Obama just won Time to get that 40 out n***ah They pulling out guns Tryna keep us black n mild n***ah Obama just won [Verse 2: Jase] sh** as I lace up my J's And take a drag of this joint Never did I think Everyday I would ask whats the point They yelling n***a you blessed But I'm yelling n***a you wrong If a motherfuker been blessed Tell me what's the point of this song And at 24 years old sh** not much do I know But addicted to weed smoke And b**hes who deep throat Momma thinking I need hope sh** what if I do Cause dammit Jason your a** is changing Like you f**ing Badu So what the f** can I do When I see the news on the tube To see some n***as who k**ing n***as Cops busy they squeezing triggers Just to aim it at you My city sad, my people mad cause of them NYPD blues Middle fingers up n***a f** you I wrote these songs after protests and some after parties Partly so I can get an understanding why I'm not sorry You see I live the way I live sh** I drink the way I drink Use this pad up plus this ink Imma break the bank in spite of what you think So I guess I'm proud to be black as f** n***a, deepen my roots Too bad the blacker my body n***a The longer the noose So what the f** can I do? When the game ain't built for me and you So I guess Young Jiggy just keep it jiggy Now sip your deuce deuce [Verse 3: Reese] This aching feeling I'm pained to deal with in the wake of k**ings Is like nothing these mothers have to face when they lay their children to rest Ashamed that black d**h it takes to enrage our village, and town But we need to slow down the number cops take as victims I'm sick and tired of hearing lies Poorly made decisions to not indict This sh** ain't right, I'm afraid of our system Rather yours, not mine, this sh** just ain't designed for me And never was, but you made it seem like I could strive to be One in a milli-on America's really on some sh** if you think the conditions we live ain't really wrong The same race who enslaved us and made it safe for y'all Is pointing the finger at us, to say we endanger all I ain't no anthropologist but that don't make no sense It's just, the ones you place in them cages will break the fences Eventually, we as a people won't wait no longer, you can't tell me Everything's gon be different if we remain so friendly I ain't co-signing the violence but we just staying ready And for my people who's dead and gone, I will get it on And for my people who dead and gone, I will get it on And for my people who dead and gone, we remaining strong [Hook] Let me get that forty ounce n***ah Obama just won Lemme get that 40 oz n***ah Obama just won Time to get that 40 out n***ah They pulling out guns Tryna keep us black n mild n***ah Obama just won