Black Man Curse Lyrics

If sleep is the cousin of death

Then living is the brother of birth

Because you been born in the world

Where you don't know nobody in this earth

You wake up knowing stuff could be worse

Seen them black kids get put in a hearse

And you wonder why nobody hurt

We see this often

Where somebody dies because of their words

Get put in a coffin

Just for dry snitching on a verse

I seen it first

He robbed somebody girl

And took her purse

Talked about it on a verse

He released it on the third

Next day that boy got put in the dirt

Now they saying R.I.P on a shirt

His enemies shot up

All the shirts

And shot up the church

Just another story of the black man curse

Just another story of the black man curse

Just another story of the black man curse