The Blacker The Berry

English translation

The world is about down to our knees.

The world to the ground. We gonna lose.

Six in the morning, fire in the street.

Burn, baby, burn.

That's all I wanna see.

And sometimes I get off watching you die in vain, it's such a shame. They may call me crazy.

They may say I suffer from schizophrenia or something, but hoes you made me.

Black don't crack, my nigga.

I'm the biggest hypocrite in 2015.

Once I finish this, witness this woke confession's what I mean.

Been feeling this way since I was sixteen, came to my senses. You never liked us anyway, fuck your friendship, I meant it. I'm

African-American, I'm African, I'm black as the moon.

Heritage of a small village, pardon my residence. Came from the bottom of mankind.

My hair is nappy, my dick is big, my nose is round and wide. You hate me, don't you?

You hate my people, your plan is to terminate my culture. You're fucking evil, I want you to recognize that

I'm a proud monkey. You vandalize my perception but can't take shit from me.

And this is more than confession.

I mean I might press the button just so you know my discretion. I'm guarding my feelings, I know that you feel it.

You sabotage my community making a killing. You made me a killer, emancipation of a real nigga.

The black of the bare land is sweet and rich.

The black of the bare land is sweet and rich. The black of the bare land is sweet and rich.

The black of the bare land.

A so dem treat me like a slave 'cause we black.

Oh, we feel one heap a pain 'cause we black. I man a say dem put me in a chain 'cause we black.

And watch ya now, me gold chain full of rocks. And you no see the whip, left scar 'pon we back.

But now we have a big whip parked 'pon the block.

How dem a say we doomed from the start 'cause we black. But 'member this, every race start from the block.

Just 'member that. I'm the biggest hypocrite in 2015.

Once I finish this, witness this woke confession's what I mean. I mean it's evident that I'm irrelevant to society.

That's what you're telling me, penitentiary would only hire me.

Curse me 'til I'm dead.

Church me with your fake prophesying that I'ma be just another slave in my head. Institutional lies, manipulation in lies.

Reciprocation of freedom only live in your eyes. You hate me, don't you?

I know you hate me just as much as you hate yourself. Jealous of my wisdom in cards I dealt.

Watching me as I pull up, fill up my tank then peel out.

Muscle cars like pull-ups, show you what these big wheels 'bout. Ah, black and successful.

Is black man meant to be special? Cat scans on my radar, bitch how can I help you?

How can I tell you I'm making a killing? You made me a killer, emancipation of a real nigga.

The black of the bare land is sweet and rich.

The black of the bare land is sweet and rich. The black of the bare land is sweet and rich.

The black of the bare land.

A so dem treat me like a slave 'cause we black.

Oh, we feel one heap a pain 'cause we black. I man a say dem put me in a chain 'cause we black.

And watch ya now, me gold chain full of rocks. And you no see the whip, left scar 'pon we back.

But now we have a big whip parked 'pon the block.

How dem a say we doomed from the start 'cause we black. But 'member this, every race start from the block.

Just 'member that. I'm the biggest hypocrite in 2015.

When I finish this, if you listen then sure you will agree. This plot is bigger than me, it's generational hatred.

It's cynicism, it's grimy, little justification. I'm African-American, I'm

African, I'm black as the heart of a fucking Aryan.

I'm black as the name of Tyrone and Darius.

Excuse my French, but fuck you, no fuck y'all. That's as blunt as it gets. I know you hate me, don't you?

You hate my people, I can tell 'cause it's threats when I see you.

I can tell 'cause your ways is evil. No, I can tell because you in love with that desert eagle.

Thinking maliciously, he get a chain then you gon' bleed him.

It's funny how Zulu and Xhosa might go to war. Two tribal armies that wanna build and destroy.

Remind me of these Compton Crip gangs that live next door.

Beefin' with Piru's, only death settle the score. So no matter how much I say I like to preach with the Panthers.

Or tell Georgia State Marcus Garvey got all the answers.

Or try to celebrate February like it's my b-day. Or eat watermelon, chicken, and Kool-Aid on weekdays.

Or jump high enough to get Michael Jordan endorsements.

Or watch BET 'cause urban support is important. So why did I weep when Trayvon Martin was in the street?

When gang banging make me kill a nigga blacker than me. Hypocrite.