Black With N.V. Songtext - Black Sheep

Now, I was told to never bite off more then I could chew. But then you
better bite enough for if you don't my boy your blue. Now I wonder,
can
others see the system that I see or do they see and say they blame it
on
society. The days of smart enough come to over, just say thousands.
And
as I live and learn because there's always someone mouthing. Speaking
on
an issue. Praise you or they dis you. Lawnge as strong, they fly by me
like Scott tissue. My people, from nigger to negro to man or color,
killed my father and my brother so that you could rape my mother. Now
you wonder, why is it through instinct you fear. Wouldn't dare me to
stare. One for yourself, your out of here. Not to worry, to harm your
intention of my creed. But to stop your greed and give me what I need.
Opportunity, for a life of me. And generations to come with in
tranquility. Now harmony, is a total love of things. For those who are
inclined or better yet like to sing. But piece of mind it is my right
for the spark will ignite. 'Till I can catch a cab at the town at
midnight. 'Till I can be myself and not be thought as worse. 'Till I
can
buy a slice from Howard Beach to the Hearse. 'Till I can get the pill
without fear of eject. And occupations which I seek I can have if I
select. Now if I so select and reach out to make touch. How can you
say
that I ask for too much.
Chorus
Don't speak to me if good times are granted 'till I be
Don't tell me of the countries or the hours that you seek

forming on my dishes so I was until dismissal. Wash until my prints
are
wrinkled then they let me go. I know not where I'm going so I know not
where I go. My people give me money, but the money much to low for me
to
meet the match of present day so I still need some dough. Conjure up a
suit, I wish that it were cute. Borrow a token and a smoking I begin a
wish less hope. Intervening, application leads me on onto frustration
and duration of my time is spent with lack of occupation. Time to go
for
what I know. I know not of what I wish, but of soap and a towel and
some
water and a dish.
Chorus
But lay o.k. 'cause you can get the play. I pick your style, your
smile
shown bright about a mile away. But anyway, another day, in the land
of
shove just living in the life of who. A black man on a green land with
a
blue skyline. Don't tell me I'm color blind. I'm seeing system is hard
to believe in. Underneath the underside I'm underachieving. Bust my
ass
in school, to be a certified fool. Now intellect of curb is my only
tool. But street game is so uncouth. I took the SAT's and that's the
sad
ass truth. I'm not gliding but I'm striving hanging on by a thread and
it's called surviving. Hang on, hang on, hang you'all. Walk the street
and keep you head so tall. For time is short, no time is bought,
you're
only in the wrong if you get caught. So kick in doors, bang on walls,
shout in halls. Get yours. Get yours.
Chorus

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