1800​-​FINESSE / Black Fist

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Oh-whoa, yeah
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Whoa-whoa, yeah
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[Verse 1: Fountaine]
Is my Black the way I laugh
From the deepest parts of me?
Joyful, celebrating life from the deepest parts of me?
Is my Black the way I cry
From the deepest parts of me?
Embracing the pain in life that's delivered all to me?
Is my Black the way I listen
From the deepest parts of me?
Learning everything that love, loss, and life has taught to me?
Is my Black the way I speak
From the deepest parts of me?
Say exactly what I think
From the deepest parts of me?
Is my Black the way I hate
From the deepest parts of me?
Turning away all of those away who have hurt or troubled me?
Is my Black the way I love
From the deepest parts of me?
I thank God and pray, then hug all the deepest parts of me

[Chorus: Fountaine]
Yes, my soul is Black and proud
From the deepest parts of me
Keep on fighting the revolution
From the deepest parts of me
With the deepest parts of me
They try to shoot and hurt my soul
'Cause I know I'm Black and proud
And my soul is solid gold

[Verse 2: Fountaine]
Uh, different, unique
With the words I'ma teach
Fighting my demons with the exorcist priests
Just to talk to the ghost that my ancestors seen
Through the pineal stream
Some throw bones to the wise Voodoo
Past lives tattooed on the skin of my genes
Water drips from the dreams of the clouded OGs spreaded in the scene
Cloned dice thrown in the Sierra Leone streets
To the base of the beat that the stations don't see

[Bridge: Fountaine]
I'm Black
(Black, black, black, black, black, black)
Bitch nigga, I'm Black
(Black, black, black, black, black, black)
Fuck nigga, I'm Black
(Black, black, black, black, black, black)

[Verse 3: Fountaine]
Your mind is a treasure that they try to discover
An abyss of the thoughts algorithm translates
Strange fruits from trees, black bodies on knees
With a song from the blood of our queens on repeat
Cast iron comb held from freedom up in his teeth
The African gold not the change that you seek
Man, don't get burned having to pay a price
Of the music that I write for the things that I like
Wake up in the morning and I'm Black as fuck
Mad as fuck, sad as fuck, and roll a blunt
Social media presence don't make you Black enough
Nigga, for 27 years I been Black as fuck
With no bail-outs, plenty of sell outs
Grandparents and parents scared of my whereabouts
Even when I'm secure, pandemic, red bandana, Tupac Shakur
As I walk through the store
(As I walk through the store)