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letra de black history - jack the ripper

[intro jack tha ripper]
wuz up world? (yeah) we at it again, huh? (yeah)
this one got some soul to it, huh?
be blessed! be blessed!
make the rest of your life the best of your life
what is say though?

[hook]
when you walk away, you don’t hear me say
“please, oh baby! don’t go!”
simple and plain as the way that you making me feel tonight
it’s hard to let it go! let it go (echo)

[verse 1: jack tha ripper]
there’s some things that you just can’t let go
for me, it’s disco b-lls and shiny afros
i hoop and holler in churches with the pastor
cause one day i gotta go back to africa
with my masters so they can see what i achieved
just to visit, i’m sure would all agree
i was in h-ll, but then i exhaled
god woke me up saying “dreams never fail”
no tinker bell, i’m living my fairy tale
pops a carrier, so i gotta deliver mail and messages
because when given time it’s never too late
tebow last five minutes, just keep faith
to all my black writers, keep yo’ pen strong
some people can’t read, we can’t go wrong
the end is near, the past is not a mystery
as i reminisce, never forgetting black history

[hook]

[verse 2]
black history, it explains how i feel
i’m real ’til the end so you know the feelings real
gatorade cooler, it ain’t easy to spill
like coaching a big win, my spine full of chills
i’m do my best to open up like a book
let me paint the picture in words so you can get a good look
no little man, but his day gone come
writing all these emotions down, a letter to my son
i always fight with hands, never used a gun
them boys there scared, you see they pulled they guns
to tell the truth, i stood back but never ran
if he don’t pull the trigger, my punches gone land
playing with them fools, no it ain’t no fun
hanging around them thugs, makes it no fun
the end is near, the past is not a mystery
as i reminisce, never forgetting black history

[hook]

[verse 3]
black shoes, black shirt, black socks
no squares around here, black people run the block
black coffee no cream see it in my mean mug
a big black man selling all types of drugs
wrong definition, no i’m not a thug
a “true hero under god” spreading black love
cocoa b-tter, hoping this love rub off on somebody
an atheist without god, i see you as a n0body
spreading the gospel like i’m the real deal
slaves picking cotton to a song, call it holyfield
a grip on life it’s so hard to let go
to my black people, we don’t have too far to go
to all my colored people, if white people did you wrong
here’s a short quote: stay black, stay strong
the end is near, the past is not a mystery
america where would we be without black history?
(and that’s real!)

[hook]

- jack the ripper

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