Jensen Kirk - "Ain't Stressin" lyrics

(Chorus) Every n***a know that we destined // And somehow that we ain't stressing// They want to sit in our section // They want to hear us now // Every n***a know that we destined // They want to own our complexion // They want to show imperfection // They want to k** us now // Every n***a know that we destined // And somehow that we ain't stressing// They want to sit in our section // They want to hear us now // Every n***a know that we destined // They want to own our complexion // They want to show imperfection // They want to k** us now // (Verse 1) All I quote is the facts // k** a n***a on wax // Pot calling the kettle black // I'm going to need me my kettle back // I'm going to need me a hundred stacks // If you want me to run with that // Run with the fact that they not trash // They a**, Going around s**ing dick through gla** // Getting high off they past // You n***as make me laugh // Watch them burn and they crash // You n***as make me sad // Oh what a life, I mean a lie we really could've had // White picket fence, the green gra** // Oh Don't feel bad // Same lies they been telling my black a** // Same lies got you dressed up in drag// Black face with a whole different cast // Black face same shirt, with a whole different tag // Wait, Let me tag you in, Let me tag you in Kissed by the Sun (Verse 1) Lost in my ways // Lost in these days // Running like a rat, for the cheese in a maze // Locked up, encaged // They poke and they wave // My soul is enrage // They want to run us away // These n***as on stage // Shucking & jiving in place // What the f** you want a n***a to say // We k**ing our own kind what a f**ing disgrace// But It's bigger than what you thought, It's a f**in parade// Slave k** a slave they don't need us to stay// And a brim k** a crip we don't need a grenade // Black man k** black man, did our job for the day // And we wiping our hands clean just go tell them to pray // Cause for that Jesus Piece your broke a** is going to pay// However much it weigh// And when God come back, tell him we gave you government aid // Now get the f** out our face // (Chorus) Oh my // Kissed by // The sun // You & I // Black & fine // Hips are wide // Don't need a slice of the Devils pie //