But black is all I know, there ain't a thing that I would change in it Look, black is beautiful, black is excellent Black is pain, black is joy, black is evident It's workin' twice as hard as the people you know you're better than 'Cause you need to do

I need a baby to keep me sedated I can't keep runnin' my people, I'm crazy I can't keep goin' to jail, that's fugazi Ain't no more fraud, now I'm legally bankin' Nevada won't even accept me in Vegas You can't keep runnin' 'round here like you made it

Train arrive, it's sixteen coaches long Well, that long black train take my baby and gone Mystery train, rollin' down the track Train, train, rollin' 'round the bend Well, it took my baby, people it won't be coming back Well, it took my baby, people it

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

White riot, I want to riot White riot, a riot of my own Just what they're told to And nobody wants To go to jail Black man gotta lotta problems But they don't mind throwing a brick White people go to school Where they teach you how to be thick

America, America And the red man is right, to expect a little from you And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too Promise and then follow through, America Well I come from, down around Tennessee But the people in California Are nice to me,

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

Black roses on the ground Empty bottles on the table Silhouettes of people dancing To an unfamiliar sound Hello stranger Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down With empty bottles on the table Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake

Now people say I'm jinxed I got some kind of voodoo hex Life is so complex There's no telling what could happen next Life on the edge, Fuels the sickness in my head It embeds the type of thoughts That got a lot of brothers dead

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Thank God that a nigga seen another day Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray Get my people out them chains nigga I mean handcuffs, time to man up Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin' bruh 'Cause I'm a black man, in a