McKinley Dixon - Black Boy Flies
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{Verse 1}
I, twist my fingers to a MAC-11
And aim ‘em at heaven
Then my head and hope I don’t die
Hope I don’t
‘Til I become synonymous with the birds
Give my cousin meaning to the words, “Black Boy Fly”
Uh
Little weapon forced to learn life, precious
Imagine if your homie is breathless
Every day a damn blessing, huh?
Riddle me this
The rhetoric for degenerate
Line with verbal sentiment to bring us down
‘Cause we brown, and we proud
And wе loud, and we unable to be put in thе ground
Hear me out, now
Resilient people bloomed out of the concrete
Convoluted rhyme speech
Method to find peace
And so far, it’s a success
This outlet has let me get things off my chest
What I’ve learned is that you can always fly
Even on your back, you can see the sky
As beautiful as my
As beautiful as my
{Chorus}
Beautiful as my black fist, just as tight as my curls
Hands higher, but my head ready to take on the world
Take on the, tightened fist, just as black as my curls
Hands higher, but my head ready to take on the world
One more time
Black fist, just as tight as my curls
Hands higher, but my head ready to take on the world
Take on the, tightened fist, just as black as my curls
Hands higher, but my head ready to take on the world
Go
You feel me?
{Verse 2}
I, been on guard since the day I arrived
Praying that I make it out alive
Make it out alive
Life done pushed me right to the brink
And a gun in your waistband ain’t as hard as you think
When you aimin’ at everybody
And you can hardly contain
Your harvested emotions
And the only way to avoid an explosion
Is to pop off at the nearest nigga chosen
Release those emotions
I’m hoping you find a piece of mind
And if you don’t, hit that nigga right in his spine
Show him what we do to his kind, it ain’t easy
I could only hope that you miss
And staying with you by raising my fist, raising my fist
{Chorus}
Raising my black fist, just as tight as my curls
Hands higher, but my head ready to take on the world
Take on the, tightened fist, just as black as my curls
Hands higher, but my head ready to take on the world
Take on the
{Verse 1}
I, twist my fingers to a MAC-11
And aim ‘em at heaven
Then my head and hope I don’t die
Hope I don’t
‘Til I become synonymous with the birds
Give my cousin meaning to the words, “Black Boy Fly”
Uh
Little weapon forced to learn life, precious
Imagine if your homie is breathless
Every day a damn blessing, huh?
Riddle me this
The rhetoric for degenerate
Line with verbal sentiment to bring us down
‘Cause we brown, and we proud
And wе loud, and we unable to be put in thе ground
Hear me out, now
Resilient people bloomed out of the concrete
Convoluted rhyme speech
Method to find peace
And so far, it’s a success
This outlet has let me get things off my chest
What I’ve learned is that you can always fly
Even on your back, you can see the sky
As beautiful as my
As beautiful as my
{Chorus}
Beautiful as my black fist, just as tight as my curls
Hands higher, but my head ready to take on the world
Take on the, tightened fist, just as black as my curls
Hands higher, but my head ready to take on the world
One more time
Black fist, just as tight as my curls
Hands higher, but my head ready to take on the world
Take on the, tightened fist, just as black as my curls
Hands higher, but my head ready to take on the world
Go
You feel me?
{Verse 2}
I, been on guard since the day I arrived
Praying that I make it out alive
Make it out alive
Life done pushed me right to the brink
And a gun in your waistband ain’t as hard as you think
When you aimin’ at everybody
And you can hardly contain
Your harvested emotions
And the only way to avoid an explosion
Is to pop off at the nearest nigga chosen
Release those emotions
I’m hoping you find a piece of mind
And if you don’t, hit that nigga right in his spine
Show him what we do to his kind, it ain’t easy
I could only hope that you miss
And staying with you by raising my fist, raising my fist
{Chorus}
Raising my black fist, just as tight as my curls
Hands higher, but my head ready to take on the world
Take on the, tightened fist, just as black as my curls
Hands higher, but my head ready to take on the world
Take on the
