Negro Spiritual Lyrics

I gotta go, I never fold, I can't give up nigga

Yea I know I gotta grow, i must get up nigga

You know the black experience we hustle for dimes

Pennie's on the dollar type of shit that fuck wit ya mind

Crime pays but the debt is your time,

adults tell you strategize and think ahead your childhood is behind

We trauma bond over nothing, niggas be lacking substance

Only forms that we know is the pills we popping to stop the suffering

Refugees move in, breaching the hoods

Filling the shelters,

oozing with languages not understood

Where niggas spray until the gat break,

remove a man's hood, it's like a castrate

The state gentrifies and boost the tax rate

Im Nat turner smashing wit Jackie's bat on a facists head

We'll never get ahead with the tools locked in the masters shed

The shit I seen it did influence me, and was consuming me

Them Drug binges & dumb bitches that almost ruined me

Pulling back the curtains of reality unveil malignant,

the paleish in pigment has malevolent intention

Whispers from out the burning bush say beat each day

You gotta voice

But I'm the minister that can't be saved my nigga

Voices from the burning bush tell me beat each day

You gotta voice,

but I'm the minister that can't be saved