Black - The-Dream

I feel real black right now

Real black right now

I never knew you like I should’ve known you

But my father spoke of you through that liquor

Can we get a curtain call?

Let us pray your idea outlives you

Cause everywhere there’s a Chicago

The only way we’re getting out of here is if we hit the lotto

My mama left the incense burning on the dresser

A hard way to learn one lesson

She said never be impressed with a man with no message

And I’ll never be Mr. Madiba

I’m gonna thank you the next time I see you

You got me feeling real black right now

Real black right now…

The oppression of a young Malcolm

And shots rang out across the balcony the day we lost a dream

To young to sing Marvin Gaye’s «What's Going On»

Since then ain’t been a lot going on

Enough pain can make a whole race bitter

They say the right amount of love can heal us

Reminiscing back when Hilfiger made us feel like niggas

And that’s the kind of thing that sticks with you

I never felt this black…

Somebody take us home

Take me home

Let’s go home

Let’s go home