The Ballad of Earl

Album cover art for "The Ballad of Earl" by Ambrose Akinmusire, Michael Yezerski & Benjamin Earl Turner

Ambrose Akinmusire, Michael Yezerski & Benjamin Earl Turner - Rap, Poetry (Literature)

The Ballad of Earl

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Duration: 2:10

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Lyrics

This part of life Is black and white Cut and dry, bastardized Grandfathered into Maximizin' Kind of back splitting that keeps niggas gaspin' For their fucking life, what the fuck am I? Anyway, you cut the pie I'm small fruit Strangely hung to dry From a pirouette to this Body mine getting commodified Fuck, hey, man, fuck 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 kill us slow And they know they fucking wrong Hey man, y'all know that you're fucking wrong They wanna grab the kid, Masquerade a passing slip As some sort of masochist Slap his wrist, trap his dividends For the next five to ten to get his ass back Again, again Fuck! ( laughs ) Nigga, 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 fuck 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 fuck Are y'all doing? Hey, bro, hold up It ain't even no one here To say goodbye to me Oh, shit I gotta say goodbye I gotta say goodbye to me

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Credits

Writers
  • Rafael Casal
  • Benjamin Earl Turner