Black Kennedy - August Greene, Common, Robert Glasper

If I was a Kennedy, I’d be a black Kennedy

Black car, black tux, this is black symmetry

Raised in the Chi though my family from Tennessee

I remember me, 'Riem, Dilla, we was in the D

Riding through the city with the top down

We ain’t got no ceilings to our thoughts now

It’s a beautiful ride

Riding through the city with the top down

We ain’t got no ceilings to our thoughts now

It’s a beautiful ride

Let the sun grow, I roll through the jungle on the humble

Got compassion from my mother, streets from my uncle

One code of honor is to move with no drama

Know thyself, know gettin' money, know karma

Hold respect like a charm that I got from my momma

In the palm of my hand, it’s like a land that I’m fond of

A calm dove, Lon love, the black Dalai Lama of

Feed the masses with two fish for one love

The sum of all pieces

Release new releases to release us from the beast is the thesis

I used to give my lil' cuz cleatses

It’s what I used to get my grandmother pieces, she love sequins

Diahann Carroll-like, some of these leaders are pharaoh-like

Let the people go so they can face the east and grow

Time for everything, everything is seasonal

I dreamed enough everything is believable, it’s feasible

If I was a Kennedy, I’d be a black Kennedy

Black car, black tux, this is black symmetry

Raised in the Chi though my family from Tennessee

I remember me, 'Riem, Dilla, we was in the D

Riding through the city with the top down

We ain’t got no ceilings to our thoughts now

It’s a beautiful ride

Riding through the city with the top down

We ain’t got no ceilings to our thoughts now

It’s a beautiful ride

Macaroons, easy afternoons

Shorties buck shots under blacker moons

In search of yellow suns, undeveloped ones

They get hella guns, heat and melanin

The streets where we from, beats heavy drums

Wish I could put Jordans on the feet of everyone

Black Kennedy, royalty with black identity

Leader of the freestyle, I go to penitentiaries

And write with the fight of Reverend Wright from Trinity

For centuries, they’ll remember me for my similes

But I metaphor more than that

No matter how rich I get, I’ma pour it back

The jurisdiction of justice, non-fiction of a hustler’s heart

From dust we start

And we must embark to passion mark the people

Had our first black prez, I’ma be the sequel

If I was a Kennedy, I’d be a black Kennedy

Black car, black tux, this is black symmetry

Raised in the Chi though my family from Tennessee

I remember me, 'Riem, Dilla, we was in the D

Riding through the city with the top down

We ain’t got no ceilings to our thoughts now

It’s a beautiful ride

Riding through the city with the top down

We ain’t got no ceilings to our thoughts now

It’s a beautiful ride