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the ballad of earl - ambrose akinmusire, michael yezerski lyrics

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this part of life is black and white
cut and dry, b*st*rdized
grandfathered into maximizin’
kind of back splitting that keeps n*ggas gaspin’

for their f*cking life, what the f*ck am i?
anyway, you cut the pie i’m small fruit
strangely hung to dry
from a pirouette to this body mine getting commodified

f*ck, hey, man, f*ck
back to the pen where the numbers die
final thoughts of a native son
black tux like i’m james prophesied

no, no, no, no, no!
let me sit and smoke some mo
hit the corner store, simple living keep it hidden
not to prison, not a cog for the cotton gin

of cops and politicians, no
’cause they know they wanna k!ll us slow
and they know they f*cking wrong
hey man, y’all know that you’re f*cking wrong

they wanna grab the kid, masquerade a passing slip
as some sort of m*s*ch*st
slap his wrist, trap his dividends
for the next five to ten to get his ass back
again, again
f*ck! ( laughs )
n*gga, don’t you get it?

i get no final plea, i’m no anomaly
this ain’t no odyssey, i get no sovereignty
work just the same as a lobotomy

trying to turn me into a commodity
if i’m for sale, then who the f*ck is buyin’ me?

[spoken]
hold up. hold up, man

hey, it ain’t even no one here to say goodbye to me

get your ass off me

there’s no one here to say goodbye to me

bro, what the f*ck are y’all doing?
hey, bro, hold up

it ain’t even no one here to say goodbye to me
oh, sh*t i gotta say goodbye
i gotta say goodbye to me

- ambrose akinmusire michael yezerski lyrics

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