Abff (freestyle) Lyrics - Common

[Verse 1: Common] 

Hot damn, black America again 

Think of Sandra Bland as I'm starin' in the wind 

The color of my skin, they comparin' it to sin 

The darker gets the less fairer it has been 

The hate, the hate made, I inherited from them 

But I ain't gon' point the finga 

We got annoyed singas (singers) 

Like Nina, Marvin, Billie, Stevie 

Need to hear them songs 

Sometimes to believe me 

Who freed me, Lincoln or Cadillac? 

Drinkin' or battle raps? 

Or is it God's speed that we travel at 

Endangered in our own habitat 

Them guns and dope, man y'all can have it back 

As a matter (of) fact, we them lab rats 

You built the projects for, now you want ya hood back 

I guess if you could rap, you would express it too 

That PTSD, we need professionals 

You know what pressure do, it makes the pipes bust 

From schools to prison y'all, they tryna pipe us 

'Til you're political parties invite us 

Instead of voting laws in spite us 

You know, you know we from a family of fightas (fighters) 

Fight in, our wars and your wars, you put a nigga in Star Wars 

Maybe you need two, and then maybe then we'll believe you 

See black people, in the future, we weren't shipped here 

To rob and shot ya 

We hold these truths ta (to) be self-evident 

All men and women are created equal, including black Americans 

Yeah, that's black America again 

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[Verse 2: Common] 

We go here, we go here, here we go again 

Trayvon 'ill never get to be an older man 

Black children, they childhood stole from them 

Robbed of our names and our language, stole again 

Who stole the soul from black folk? 

Same man that stole the land from cheap black smoke 

And made the whip crackle on our back slow 

Made us go through the back door 

And raffle black bodies on the slave blocks 

Now we slaves to the blocks cause on 'em we spray shots 

Leavin' our own to lay in a box 

Black mothers' stomach stay in a knots 

We kill each other, more than the cops 

I wish the hatin' would stop 

We are at war, in a battle with us 

I know that black lives matter, do they matter to us? 

These are the things we gotta discuss 

The new plantation, mass-incarceration 

Instead of educate, they'd rather convict the kids 

As dirty as the water in Flint, the system is 

Is it a felony? or a misdemeanor? 

Maria Sharapova makin' more than Serena 

It took Viola Davis to say this 

The roles of the help and the gangstas is really all they gave us 

We need [?], [?], and Cory Bookers 

The salt of the Earth, they get the salt with sugar 

And greasy foods, I don't believe the news 

Or radio, stereotypes we refuse 

Brainwashed into cyclone to spin 

We write our own story, black America again 

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