Ladi, Justin King, Blakk Mambo, Preach the Poet - Group Nameless 4 Lyrics

They will never be able to bear the weight of a box
Full of Bloody Chicago styled T-Shirts
My brothers, Eric, Lavert, Pain, all rest in the same size T-Shirt
Get money until we die, spend money until we die
That's the new greened faced deception
Bloody puddles could never make our bloodlines any much closer
Death always finds a way to dance out of order
The new Negro trades TDs for resources
Downtown by a cotton bowl gin
House slave won't juke or jive in Big house hallways
So they threw dance parties down by the cabin
Five field slaves were all just standing and waiting in food desert
Waiting for rain
Field slave says I don't have 2 dollars to get into your dance party
But brother could you allow us just a little lemonade and please leave it on the front Porch
House slave says hush your mouth foolish boy
For any mentioning of maintaining finances that are just owed
And my father, I mean my master, I mean my overseer