Pretty Black Future

[Verse 1 – Akin] Check it out, call him “Lil' Black Tarzan” Swing boy, sing not, mommy, but amen Hurry up, dress up, clean shirt, go End up ShowTime. Wait, shine your shoe off Bring it back. God don’t love nappy hair My shit broke the pick, though. Mama I ain’t happy here See, I be in the zone and can’t remember quotes To Paul, David, and Matthew. I just woke Right before the missionary came To target my back for visionary game You see, I was missing when they came The snake in the grass root hissing at a dame like “Everybody wanna talk my blues can’t walk my shoes” My pretty black future Got grey and I bottle up hate, say “Jesús new to the game, you loser” [Verse 2 – Cise Star] So yeah I rock Circa but no I ain’t no skater I see you cop Jordans, but no, you ain’t no player For me and what I do is mine, define major Never was a thug, but hon, I stay laser Dabble in some good rock—yes I love hip hop For each to his own—I zone to where the beat stop Yes, I am a black man living within a white world I got my education, but no, don’t date no white girls Never said I wouldn’t, but only for right reasons Easy to get caught up and then it’s hunting season Get you in a setup and trying to take your freedom Ass ain’t getting me down—gimme Lakisha Pretty Black Future—winners are called losers But we still striving against those who use us We still define ourselves by our abusers Quit doing that shit—we’ll reach heaven sooner [Verse 3 – Akin] My money, my plight, my fight, my life, my mics, my shit, my future My money, my plight, my fight, my rights—take that from me and I’ll shoot ya Yeah, and paint a pretty black tomorrow With fear and a chokehold, move immortal Hurry up—no huddle My team first-down-bound—no time to cuddle Yeah, so it’s goodbye to love now Hello, mean-mug frown—this is how we get down Yeah, so it’s goodbye to love now Hello, mean-mug frown—this is how we get down So how does it feel to be one of the beautiful? How does it feel to be one of the beautiful? [Verse 4 – Cise Star and Akin] So, uh, Jesse Jackson we need some real action Let’s move these buffoons—fuck the jive turkey taxes I say it: yes freedom, yes land No warmonger president, feed Sudan And yes, we speak change, but don’t do a damn thing Everyday’s be the same, bullshit still remains Remain my name—be not Marco Polo Discover new water. True, I’m Marcus—I flow though Eh, uh, I do it for the pretty black Yeah, sir, I do it for the future Uh, yeah, I do it for the pretty black Come on, yeah, I do it for the future