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letra de the black archives - promonant

this is the story of my black brethren. the lower fundamentals of oppression. i came to teach yall an important lesson. most of this should not be up for discussion. but this is music so hip-hop done got me mad jealous. cause all they want is to refrain away from true blessings. i told my homies to extend a message. this one goes out to all my predecessors. excuse me, i’m sick of hearing people lying just for attention cannot stop and listen. between the line that was written, just look and face the facts. your ancеstor pushed cotton, while mine was pushing crack. ain’t gotta ask about my city you know whеre we at. port city this where it started carry it on my back! ain’t gotta ask about my city you know where we at. port city this where it started carry it on my back! we need to bring ourselves together for the loss of prominence. and keep the weapons for protection not for proving dominance. and now i see i had to stay away from harm’s way. i wanna live tomorrow cause today gone be a long day. and now i see i had to stay away from harm’s way. i wanna live tomorrow cause today gone be a long day

salute to all my brothers that’ll fight for something (for what?)
even if it’s risky to their rights or something (why?)
cause i believe, (i believe!), in one god
the negro story, black archives

i speak my peace and answer to these prayers, that the devil never takes me no where. (got me running from the ghetto)
we ain’t going nowhere. (cause there’s no where to go!)
we living in a, in a. (diverge from the ghetto)

black people, the crime raises. the times wasting, and your minds wasted. you watching fetty wap with his dreads shaking? there’s a storm coming, and the opps be patient. we living or dying? we lie by the truth. you understanding what them news people telling you? look it up. look at us. fiends on the corner everyday, they be looking stuck. but that knowledge coming from the inside. they look like lost souls slave to the ghetto deep into their eyes. no love lost, we chill inside. cause all we doing, is tryna survive. and keep our kids fed, and get our lives str8. we can change our way of thinking if we keep our faith. the world is in our favor. let’s stand up against impossibilities have our minds fully made up. it’s just us. we done suffered from hardship outta bad luck. never separate we gotta stand up. and think about the pain, the struggle, the game, the hustle. we gone make this money till our lost souls. (diverge from the ghetto)

salute to all my n-ggas that’ll fight for something (for what?)
even if it’s risky to their rights or something (why?)
cause i believe, (i believe!), in one god
the negro story, black archives

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