Akua Naru - Black Future lyrics

(Black future, Black future)

For gods and mortal men
Women, children, niggas, bitches
And distant kin jehovah witnessed him
Door knock for immigrants
Plymouth Rock layin' pillagin'
Manhunt for the blood of
The Rankine 'Citizen'
Been held, caught, still bought
From Earth to Mae Jemison
Orbit out of order
Foreign daughters esteemed lineage
Sun, stars, Venus, Mars
Morse codes written in my North node
'Cross the moon, longitude ecliptic shit
Journey been the flame, canary cage
Long sentences feet weary
The pain of war between me and my bitterness
Still in line with picket
Signs, the fast cars, the picket fence


Wilson Pickett, Engine Number #9
Pickin' cotton off the vine
Because the 'fro flat on that one side
Learn to laugh so you don't cry
A spell cast with closed eyes
When the math never add up
A dollar short and hard to come by
Unh, my goodness, unh
For the billy bad-ass brother
For the outcast, the tough guy
For color girls when the rainbow's enuf
The cloud and sunshine
The chic on your shoulder for
Those vocal and tongue-tied
For broke, ill, and hopeless, magnum opus
Stunning align
For those skin from blackest to
Light in the night sky
A lunar eclipse, a grimace
Glimpse the world shift, a sunrise
An ancient future rich between hips
Thinking what thighs take this dandelion
Go make a wish for the old pie
Fuck the slice shit, the piece of cake
Pecan praline spikes casket nine lives
My cousin got life for three strikes
Since twelve been in the system
Sixteen bars of heat like
At twenty-one his gun made him run
Like kids before the streetlight
Colt 45, call me baby girl
Trying to maintain, find peace, right?
Man's world ain't no place for
A nigga like me, it seems like
We'll freeze like it's a state of mind
That the state of mind for me in life

Hello? Junior? Junior? (Black fu)
Junior? H hello?
(Fu-fu-fu-fu, bl-bl-bla-black fut)
(Black future) hello?

Unh, my British friends call me wicked
Either I'm evil or lit with it
Funkiest George Clinton, fruit punch locks
Fresh twisted
Giovanni eagle trip, double dutch skippin'
Ride flow so intense
You need PornHub to fuck with it
So ever get my nose stuck
I smell God shittin'

My minimum be common sense to a go-getter
Gold diggers dig my prose and
Pose for the old picture
Third inscription, Rosetta Stone
So go figure spend a lifetime tryin' to get
Free like Deneice Williams
Dead Prez, bike ride in the breeze, chillin'
For my people
I go off bonita over Miss Jenkins
The counterfeit disappear soon as
The cold hit 'em bomb the genesis I clone
Time signature gold-tinted
Rosetta Tharpe fingerpick
Harmonic note-bendin' train-bound for glory
Folklore absolved the coke dealer
For saints sendin' singers off-key
And on tender freddie Mercury retrograde
Too real for great pretenders
For dream defenders, Sista Soulja
Winter's Colder
We were young, dumb, innocent and loved once
Do you remember?

Do I remember?
(Black, black, black fu fut-t-t-t)
(Black future)

Unh, uh
May I forever be a menace to my enemies
Pray the deaths be nothin' less than
The final scene of Misery, uh
Last laugh terrorist, the broadcast
The chariot two sphinxes shroud offense
My right hand breedin' valerian
Keep my fist balled till one of
You wanna touch my hair again
Born Jahmerican, yardcall for soft candidates
For Alex, Kizzy, Fiddler, Chicken George
Kunta the Gambian
For refuge sought that brought
Nina Simone to Liberia
For Good Samaritans that wore two
Suit's that bury them
The racketeer that stole
Years, shoulda, coulda, the terrier
Malformed, the black limbs limp
The posterior
For Erika, may your heart heal, we failed
When you were here with us, uh
For those church shoes and wooden pews
The breeze in the vestibule
Jesus show up, show our Sunday best
He on schedule used to wonder
"Were we left behind? Did he forget us?"
Mama said, "Don't question the Lord, you
Open doors for the Devil, boo"
That chicken grease on deck
The old jawn to the left of you
Black as fatback salt pork
The seasoned vegetables
Cholesterol level a stress
Believe gon' get the best of you
Precious is breath, neck poised
It's Clare Huxtable
For the trauma on my sleeve
Those who live by memories
For chief-lords spoke in between tribal wars
Won lost, the spirit world
Called to intervene, guns drawn
The burned cross, the six degrees separated
Those torn, blood that pours
Tears that run 'cross the wound, the sore
The bruise, the blues chord
The muse in the dark, the #MeToo
That Susan on for Tarana Burke, Rosa Parks
For Things That Fall Apart
Conflict of the South, there's space kept
A floor swept a future for you right now