Aryginal - Black Ink

Homey I'm in my own lane
I don't even play with them
Cuzzo got a mansion
He want me to stay with him
Gotta make my own way
Guess I'm just raised different
But we love and hate the same way
Tell whoever I'm my own boss homey I don't work for you
Mister officer its hard to put my trust in you
I'm gone ball
I told yall don't take it personal
Till my fam livin' better than a Huxtable
Going through ups downs
Ups and downs
Got me Going through ups downs
Ups and downs
Got me Going through ups downs
Ups and downs
Arygi Going through ups downs
Going through ups downs going through
Momma told me get it son
I said I'ma get it momma
Cradle to the grave
How I'm living is your image momma
Push it to the limit rather
Season game or scrimmage I’ma
Move peaceful with my piece full to stay living momma
Just know if my weapon squeeze
That's just how it had to be
I was in a position where it was either them or me
Don't look for problems
But gotta solve them if they come to me
I got a son and daughter
If daddy die they can't run to me, facts
Hell of a place we find ourselves in America
For us black law abiding citizens its scary cause
We can do it all right
And still lose our life
The narrative's not synonymous for those who are white
I don't usually chime in on these racial things
But I felt the need to speak on it tastefully
I told my bro he got to watch the way he say some things
I'm dealing with some emotions I can't explain my g
He understood
Apologized and prayed for me
That’s brotherhood
Personified, a sacred thing
Our colors could sure come divide us racially
But we been tight since we was knee high to a tree fly, real shit
All cops ain't bad cops
Shit some of them boys I played with in the sandbox
So I know that
But all black people ain't criminals
Or known threats
But when you feel threatened you fight back
Who don't know that
If it was my call
This racial shit'll be outlawed
Who the hell's vetting these cops?
Its yall fault
I work hard to get this bread and this cheese
Lets make a calzone
But I'm also bred for the beef
So bring the cows home
1800 Out the cap
That’s for Den Dog
I'm at the range flicking this metal
Naw this ain't pinball
Here's a message to my kids, I will defend yall
Keep your heart pure, try not to develop ill thoughts
Real talk
If they kill yall
I will avenge yall
I mean the ultimate goal is to get peace back
I guess this the 2020 version of the piece act
We strapped
And our ink's black

Written by:
Andre Moss, Andre Moss Jr.

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