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Black as a skillet Block is our celling they robbing our innocent Raiding our villages Trap us in ignorance cut off our lineage Dark as my pigment Oh, you want percentages neighborhood full of carcinogens They set it on fire then gear up for riots and answer is ample artillery Bow! My Momma she raised some soldiers up Hood try to put me in cobra clutch We had to keep all the grass cut cause All we really ever had was us Daddy never there he on that stuff Daddy never home he rolling stone Then my daddy start smoking tha stone Then he turn the house turn into war zone Fdddah! Enemy lines Enemy holding me down I done saw too much, I was just to young It messed up my mind Yeah, I know that love is blind SongtexteIt's blacking up both of her eyes No monster up under my bed he beating at the door yelling outside Bow! Momma on tha floor, momma get up Went to far this time, momma sit up When life on the line, kids in the room, nothing realer Boys talking bout that gun play like its trill momma really had to pull tha pistol Nooo Bow bow bow 3 shots, no punch line Took a while guess my old man found tha gun line She could have killed him, thank God that she didn't tho Blessings in disguise only her and God really know I thought this was life, this just how it go Wasn't till years later I'd figure it was more Life left to live, Hope that's in God I am living proof, we can beat the odds Aus Songtexte Mania