Artist: Common f/ BJ The Chicago Kid, Gucci Mane, Pusha T Album: Forever Black America Again (s) Song: Forever Black America Again Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Gucci Mane] Come look into the eyes of a man named Gucci Got me peepin out the blinds like Malcolm with the Uzi The government, the church, and the world is so polluted They callin me a criminal when I'm a revolution Woke up in a prison cell and I had a revelation That my life's a testimony, I could be an inspiration From the 6 to the Chi, got so much in common Gucci Mane and Common, did you see this comin?? (no!) +Nigga Wit a Attitude+, +100 Miles and Runnin'+ I done did some things so dirty that I wish I never done it +All Eyez On Me+, +Amerikaz Most Wanted+ It's so hard to be a black man in a white man country Product of the slums with rich white folks' money And the police got no love for me, but I'm not scared of NOTHIN (no!) Mass incarcerate us, man and then they call it justice (What?!) "Gucci how you feel?" I'm so tired of the fuck shit (Wop) [Chorus: BJ The Chicago Kid] Look me in my face, if you wanna know I'll take you to a place, I know you wanna go Black America, yeah Black America [Common] The Black diaspora, supreme math into the after Life, I live it for the master Truck drivers passed us, like Jeremiah and Jasper Children of Zimbabwe and Madagascar Africa unite, we on the move like runaway slaves through the night I write, "Freedom ain't far" My North Star's more than a sports car Taught by the ancestors who fought for our Liberation army, Islam palmed me and calmed me So the world couldn't blonde me, lectures by Kwame Ture The ambiance of pan-Africanism A man after wisdom of the ancients I paint with words like the brushes of Kehinde Wiley Black and proud, we wild, we wowed the world with Black magnificence, a symphony for the divine And we the instruments, black innocence [Chorus] [Pusha T] I confess, I've been part of the problem As of lately, I'm tryna solve 'em I sold dope and I still talk the jargon Just like Malcolm 'fore the X was on him All these years later, we still the target Look at Ferguson, Brooklyn and Charlotte Sellin CDs, reachin for wallets Trayvon'd be in his last year of college I still mourn for Christopher Wallace What happened in Dallas does not give me solace So I acknowledge my flaws, apolig' +Hey Young World+, just givin you the knowledge ...The knowledge [Chorus]