Young Black Boy - Add-2, Jamila Woods

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Born in the ghetto, we sayin' hello to hell

Rebellin' black decadents know the rebellers well

Came from the dirt so I can shovel it well

Wear it on my heart like a medal or lapel

Food and liquor stores on the corner

Walkin' by the door bein' watched by the owner

Tryna buy milk, short by a quarter

Hope he let it slide cause he know we tryna get by

Good hood nigga with a conscience

Tryna make sense goin' through the nonsense

Sayin' sink or swim, tryna stay above the rim

And we watch Kyle Watsons flip the Flip Johnsons

Playground legends would post on the block

As for The Rock, still post on the block in they ad for The Rock

How ironic, don’t you think?

I just want a shot, not talkin' ‘bout a drink

Pardon my candor, can it be kids like me don’t see Stanford

Think we big dummies like the son of Fred Sanford

Life full of questions, we just searching for the answers

And all I’m hearing is

Young, black, young black boy do you

Young, black, young black boy do you

Young, black, young black boy do you

Know where you’re going?

Know where you’re going?

Young, black, young black boy do you

Young, black, young black boy do you

Young, black, young black boy do you

Know where you’re going?

Know where you’re going?

Do you know where you’re going?

Do you know where you’re going, know where you’re going?

Do you know where you’re going?

Do you know where you’re going, know where you’re going?

Mama say a prayer for us

And everyone who run with us

My brother wasn’t thuggin' so

Damn right, I was scared than a muh'

Let’s go back, rewind some

Street life shine, the moonlight’s the night sun

Niggas on trees, never seen one climb one

Go against my will then you might wanna write one

I was on the scene, had my first gun at thirteen

Scared to pull the trigger but these niggas they ain’t scared to kill me

Swimmin' up shit’s creek, like a frat when I paddle it

Through the city where they throwin' caps like a graduate

Me and my friends runnin' from fate

Death doin' his job, he never late

Yo no rush, take your time, thoughts runnin' in the mind of a

Young, black, young black boy do you

Young, black, young black boy do you

Young, black, young black boy do you

Know where you’re going?

Know where you’re going?

Young, black, young black boy do you

Young, black, young black boy do you

Young, black, young black boy do you

Know where you’re going?

Know where you’re going?

Black boy fly, your dreams so high

It be sometimes a daily fight

But don’t give up, you’ll rise above

The powers be but you’ll be free

Little black child

How I love to see your little black smile

Searchin' for love in a world that don’t care for you

Neglected by all the people who should be there for you

The children of crack, children of rap

Hoop dreams that play they couldn’t dribble with that

See it’s bad luck reflection doesn’t mirror you back

If you forget that we kids, just remember you black

See that means you great, that means you smart

That means they give you nothing, make it to art

See we tryna live it up as long as the Lord let us

Never live forever so we tryna live better

Dream chasers until the dreamers start to chase us

Same things that break our spirits somehow make us

To the future fathers please do me this one favour:

Raise your seeds better than they raised us, please

Young, black, young black boy do you

Young, black, young black boy do you

Young, black, young black boy do you

Know where you’re going?

Know where you’re going?

Young, black, young black boy do you

Young, black, young black boy do you

Young, black, young black boy do you

Know where you’re going?

Know where you’re going?

This I know, for your brown eyes tell me so

Original, remember you come from gold

Don’t forget your dreams are their biggest threat

So know where you’re going, know where you’re going

Do you know where you’re going, know where you’re going?

Do you know where you’re going, know where you’re going?

You wanna hear a joke?

You ready?

Black love

Get it?