Black Boy Flies

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McKinley Dixon - Rap

Black Boy Flies

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[Verse 1] I, twist my fingers to a MAC-11 And aim 'em at heaven Then my head and hope I don't die Hope I don't 'Til I become synonymous with the birds Give my cousin meaning to the words, "Black Boy Fly" Uh Little weapon forced to learn life, precious Imagine if your homie is breathless Every day a damn blessing, huh? Riddle me this The rhetoric for degenerate Line with verbal sentiment to bring us down 'Cause we brown, and we proud And wе loud, and we unable to be put in thе ground Hear me out, now Resilient people bloomed out of the concrete Convoluted rhyme speech Method to find peace And so far, it's a success This outlet has let me get things off my chest What I've learned is that you can always fly Even on your back, you can see the sky As beautiful as my As beautiful as my [Chorus] Beautiful as my black fist, just as tight as my curls Hands higher, but my head ready to take on the world Take on the, tightened fist, just as black as my curls Hands higher, but my head ready to take on the world One more time Black fist, just as tight as my curls Hands higher, but my head ready to take on the world Take on the, tightened fist, just as black as my curls Hands higher, but my head ready to take on the world Go You feel me? [Verse 2] I, been on guard since the day I arrived Praying that I make it out alive Make it out alive Life done pushed me right to the brink And a gun in your waistband ain't as hard as you think When you aimin' at everybody And you can hardly contain Your harvested emotions And the only way to avoid an explosion Is to pop off at the nearest nigga chosen Release those emotions I'm hoping you find a piece of mind And if you don't, hit that nigga right in his spine Show him what we do to his kind, it ain't easy I could only hope that you miss And staying with you by raising my fist, raising my fist [Chorus] Raising my black fist, just as tight as my curls Hands higher, but my head ready to take on the world Take on the, tightened fist, just as black as my curls Hands higher, but my head ready to take on the world Take on the

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  • McKinley Dixon