[Intro]
Oh Black Man
Oh Black Man
[Verse 1]
Ashy elbows and Lubriderm
Replace the fact with some propaganda for you to learn
History lost inside of the walls of Egypt, so hieroglyphics don't reach a white teacher's curriculum
Hourglasses and hourglasses
[?] blur the vision from our glasses
Simulation is vacant with bodies in the news
So you rely on sativas to get you in the mood
Spend a five on scratch-offs to get a dollar back?
Make an investment to stay in debt and take pride in that?
Old Black Man, old Jiggaboo, old Porch Monkey, old Africoon
Break the [?] from the racist [?] to which we room
The self-esteem adopted from fields of cotton we bagged and moved
The run away and the German Shephards to sic em all
Blood on the leaves, niggas hang from a sycamore
Old Black Man, Old Jiggaboo
Why can't you be monogamous, why can't you stay in school?
Why you don't have a saviors, why you by tennis shoes?
Why you buy pistol before a suit for an interview
See Uncle Sam said I wouldn't make it to 22 specializing in lots of the songs of life in the Interlude, wait
[Verse 2]
Suffered years of profanity, generational curse
Parents for lack of knowledge can't elevate in a hearse
Histories in our histories drowning in propaganda
Everyone's apprehensive to go and search for the answers
We ain't got 'em Sway, but we can go to praise
Go see strippers bi-weekly to give it all away
I pray to God today, it's getting crazy ain't it?
To be a man in a world that's been fully automated
I'm tryna educate my people and bring it back to basics
Read the scripture expand your mind through the turning pages
See Old Black Man, Old Jiggaboo
That same disease that's affected me has affected you
Why you rely on a system that won't do shit for you?
Are you allowing these GMOs to get into you?
Endorse the China man, know that chicken ain't really food
Allowing needles with vaccinations to kill the youth
I speak my truth
Grant you permission for my assassination
See my demise is my emancipation
Die everyday for my freedom
Freedom from envy, free from moments of poverty stricken
Freedom from labels that I wore due to people's opinions
Misconstrue my passion for gimmicks
I'm calibrating my mind, see the vision through different lenses, I
Apply yourself to supply your wealth
Expand your mind without you relying on no one else
God speed
Dear Black Man was written by Oswin Benjamin.