Gucci Mane, Pusha T, BJ The Chicago Kid, Common - Forever Black America Again lyrics

Come look into the eyes of a man named Gucci
Got me peepin' out the blinds
Like Malcolm with the Uzi
The government, the church
And the world is so polluted
They callin' me a criminal
When I'm a revolution
Woke up in a prison cell
And I had a revelation
That my life's a testimony
I could be an inspiration
From the 6 to the Chi, got so much in common
Gucci Mane and Common
Did you see this comin'?
Nigga with an attitude
A hundred miles and runnin'
I done did some things so dirty that
I wish I never done it
All eyes on me, America's most wanted
It's so hard to be a Black
Man in a white man country
Product of the slums with
Rich white folks' money
And the police got no love for me
But I'm not scared of nothin'
Mass incarcerate us
Man and then they call it "justice"
"Gucci how you feel?" I'm so
Tired of the fuck shit

Look me in my face, If you wanna know, yeah
Yeah i'll take you to a place
I know you wanna go black America, yeah
Black America

The Black diaspora
Supreme math into the after
Life, I live it for the master
Truck drivers passed us
Like Jeremiah and Jasper
Children of Zimbabwe and Madagascar
Africa unite, we on the move like runaway
Slaves through the night
I write, "Freedom ain't far"
My North Star's more than a sports car
Taught by the ancestors who fought for our
Liberation army
Islam palmed me and calmed me
So the world couldn't blond me
Lectures by Kwame Ture
The ambiance of pan-Africanism
A man after wisdom of the ancients
I paint with words like the
Brushes of Kehinde Wiley
Black and proud, we wild
We wowed the world with Black magnificence
A symphony for the divine
And we the instruments, Black innocence

Look me in my face, If you wanna know
I'll take you to a place
I know you wanna go black America, yeah
Black America

I confess, I've been part of the problem
As of lately, I'm tryin' to solve 'em
I sold dope and I still talk the jargon
Just like Malcolm 'fore the X was on him
All these years later, we still the target
Look at Ferguson, Brooklyn and Charlotte
Sellin' CDs, reachin' for wallets
Trayvon'd be in his last year of college
I still mourn for Christopher Wallace
What happened in Dallas does
Not give me solace
So I acknowledge my flaws, apolige
Hey young world
Just givin' you the knowledge the knowledge

Look me in my face, If you wanna know
I'll take you to a place
I know you wanna go black America, yeah
Black America

I'll take you there, To get in, oh
Black America
Look me in my face, If you wanna know
I'll take you to a place
I know you wanna go
Black America Black America
Black America Black America
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