Terayle
"I wake up in the mornin' and ask myself
Is life with livin', should I blast myself
I’m tireda bein' poor, even worse and Black
My stomach hurts so I’m looking for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a Negro
Pull the trigger — kill the n***a he’s a hero"
22 years later — we still singin' it
It’s still relevant
But yo believe me when I tell you that your life matters more than you know
Just keep believing, it’s gon resonate the more that you grow
Whether you hеavyweight or featherwеight, keep fighting for mo
Obama guaranteed a change and its comin fasho
I promise
Blinds open, the birds chirping, the sun shinin'
Tony Hawk with the revolution, I love grindin'
In high school I was definition, I loved rhymin'
But now my name is my name —
But yo the irony is I’m actually thankful for my mother cause she spelled it different
It gave me leverage to make it different and make a difference
I’m on a mission for more
Moreno Valley ain’t the only Valley imma explore
I’m tryna make it to a better life
A life where money accessible and I spend it right
Where creativity flowin' and never paralyzed
Where peace and harmony trending and always televised
Where everybody know name and they spell it right
(haha)
Kuji Young:
Everybody in this would on 100
They just wanna riot
I just want a little piece of it
And someone I can trust with a little but of love
With a little bit of love
Terayle:
Aye, Aye, Look
Back boy, black girl, yo life matter
Black sister, black mother, yo life matter
Black fathers, black brothers, yo life matters
Everybody matters but you? — you black magic
Typical Div:
I can't believe I every paid money to cut my hair
Thinkin' a value to a salary is what I wear
Thinkin' a Ceasar made it easier to be right here
Code-Switchin' -- my rendition tryna sound White-Clear
Young, hipster Black Boy embarrassed of the magic
Seen he had a crown but wasn't raised how to grab it
Until he seen bein' Black wasn't a habit
It was coated in the blood, shit, it was threaded in the fabric
Soon young Langston Hughes was his hero
Marc. Garvey, G. Carver was his heroes
Whether you Ibo, Creole, or just Negro
Yo mama bleed gold and you are still my people
I seen yo light from the God up above
You was destined for a smile
Not a cell, not a slug
Thug?
That's somebody mama son
They need love -- give that baby a hug
Talk to em, hey
Kuji Young:
Everybody in this would on 100
They just wanna riot
I just want a little piece of it
And someone I can trust with a little but of love
With a little bit of love
Terayle:
Aye, Aye, Look
Back boy, black girl, yo life matter
Black sister, black mother, yo life matter
Black fathers, black brothers, yo life matters
Everybody matters but you? — you black magic
Kuji Young:
Everybody in this would on 100
They just wanna riot
I just want a little piece of it
And someone I can trust with a little but of love
With a little bit of love
Terayle:
Aye, Aye, Look
Back boy, black girl, yo life matter
Black sister, black mother, yo life matter
Black fathers, black brothers, yo life matters
Everybody matters but you? — you black magic
Terayle
Look
"I wake up in the mornin' and ask myself
Is life with livin', should I blast myself
I’m tireda bein' poor, even worse and Black
My stomach hurts so I’m looking for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a Negro
Pull the trigger — kill the n***a he’s a hero"
22 years later — we still singin' it
