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letra de black is... - tall black guy & ozay moore

[intro: daniel steele]
my mother said there would be days like this
my poppa taught me how to make a fist
my abuelita taught me how to pray
just to make it through the day
and never look the other way

[verse 1: ozay moore]
lovin her skin, i’m in that
b-tter cinnamon black
he oversimplified answer to where you from
see i’ll make you a million
and grew up in a
understood what it meant to be human
and unfortunately in my life
tools for the revolution
belief in balance came later
knowing the constitution
was forged out of white supremacy
black indigenous in every shape
understand what we’re hunting
despite the construct
we construct better together
praise god for the melanin
it feel better than ever
[verse 2: sareem poems]
blacker than the bottom of the ocean
live this everyday
don’t ever question my devotion
suntan lotion won’t get you close to this
figment of imagination i am not
don’t see color cuz it’s hard to watch
the mind, body and should of human being
being pulverized live on your tv screen
current state of things make it hard
a hug and smile from my two boys changes everything
i love being black no matter how the odds stacked
family on my back, power to the people
we don’t want revenge, we just wanna be equal, black

[outro: rich medina]
and still, the alpha and the omega
you can describe me rightfully as the animal the dogwhistle blows so loud for, how about that? my bite pressure is too much for their racist bones though, so they gaslight jet-black me. unaware that i’m
survive the evils of the colonizer’s plan to put whitey on the moon
develop colonies of submissive coons man listen we are the
proverbial overqualified underdog trapped in the white mans fear that
my progress means his loss i mean
we’ve seen this movie before
and when the coin is tossed
it always lands in a cup of white tears
a ripple in your placid pool of dissonance and still black is not only strive but
despite the and
despite our prayers unanswered and typecast as
fallen from grace from the door
the animal trapped in a new plantation
the ever algorithmic and universally predictable white privilege
and the winters and falls
the complexion for protection
back to the days of jim crow and sharecropping at best
yet i stand here before you today fortified by my own connection to the earth
as the original man, the alpha and omega
my bite pressure much too much for their racist bones
so they manufacture my narrative
full of conspirators theatre and lies
the old narrative about who the black man is must die
the odds we battle are no small odds at all
and as you can see we have not lost any belief in ourselves or are purpose
because our purpose is one of process and progression

- tall black guy ozay moore

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