Black

This is just a free right to try to capture my thoughts

They've been flying around space for way too long

I've been holding back for way to

But now it's time to lace my chucks up

I forgetting about all of the mess ups

Because they don't matter when you are on top

I smoke weed and I am not going to stop

Stop asking

No need for harassing something you will never understand

For the record my brain cells don't die they expand

My brain cells don't die they expand

One Puff and I take off into a land Where I can free my mind to move mountains with metaphors

I am doing the same thing I do everyday pinky

Is trying to take over the world one line at a time

God-sent a message through me To reach one mind at a time

And every day that goes by

I get closer to me running out of time

So excuse me if I don't conform to your set of rules

Excuse me if come off rude when ask you to move

I'm heading out of the atmosphere

While you're still standing there wondering how did I get here

How about focusing on yourself

When did you forget to be yourself

Smoking is bad for your health

But so is ignorance

You're just an experiment

If you don't have a mind of your own

A perfect clone

Of what's supposed to be American

I am a BLACK American

But what is that

BLACK is a color

I am a person

Eknowledge me

Start eknowledging

That there's nothing wrong with the economy

There's something wrong with the people that control it

Global warming is real

Go ask a family that's buried under a broken foundation in Haiti

Stop all of the hating

You have a death awaiting

So put a smile on your face

I figured out

That there's no time to waste

So it's time to pick up the pace

This is a stick up

I'm demanding your respect

You can't full court press

A full court threat

I've been dropping poetical bombs

I'm a World War Vet

What more do you expect

I'm aiming at success

When my haters are watching

That's when I'm at my best

Wake up

This is a test

This is a test

This is a test

This is a public service announcement

The revolution will not be televised

It will be on your front lawns

Grab your pens and be prepared to drop lyrical bombs

Ring the alarms

There's a mad man on the loose

And he's screaming out

revolution

For every troop

Who comes home

And hangs themselves

With the American flag as their noose

Pay attention to the truth

The stock of your lives

Is rising through the roof

This is just history remixed and relooped

By Soulja