Mourning

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Willie Green & Curly Castro - Rap

Mourning

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Recreate the phalanx, spears at that angle This fight is for our lives & Zulu is the failsafe Blood spilled all over ribbons star spangled You'd think we were the Wendigo, how white men never feel safe Police were always tasked: go and round up all the freed slaves Never free at last, have us searching for the real tapes Grew up Brooklyn '88 Perpetual police state They walked the beat, whistled Dixie Pointed nightsticks in our face Taught that chokehold, ran amuck Then deemed it all illegal? Wait? … I hear another Black body falling Black star extinguished before he found his calling Cuffed up in the backseat, hands behind the Black But yet and still we shoot ourselves?!? What kind of sense is that?? Dutton said the hunt was on, the prey- the Men in Black Rebel's the only option, all the passive hit the back And all my Rebel Massive, green and red and then the Black The tide is soon to turn, a flood of Forty Nights in fact Feeling lucky test the theory, kill another boy that's Black And you'll have this Boom Bap Zulu Out the trees like Ceasar's Back!! It's the rebirth of the dawn of the fear of the Planet Black! It's the rebirth of the dawn of the fear of the Planet Black! But every nigga on my block Can't stop, and he won't stop, and he don't stop (repeat 7X)

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  • Curly Castro