August Greene - Black Kennedy lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Common] 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 [Chorus: Samora Pinderhughes] 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 [Verse 1: Common] Let the sun grow, I roll through the jungle on the humble Got compa**ion 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 ma**es 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 [Pre-Chorus: Common] 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 [Chorus: Samora Pinderhughes] 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 [Verse 2: Common] 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 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 pa**ion mark the people Had our first black prez, I’ma be the sequel [Pre-Chorus: Common] 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 [Chorus: Samora Pinderhughes] 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