José - B.L.B.P. lyrics

[Part I] [Verse 1: Andrew] One man's Malcolm is another man's coon I feel a n***as finna hit me with the sawed-off soon Are we crabs in a bucket f** it I'm ready to spar Will they hate it or love it and did you take it too far? Knotty-headed n***a tryna rise above the fickle bunch Little did he know that when it rain it doesn't trickle much The calm before the storm still pours distorted Ignore it, ignorance is euphoric Gla**es rosey sh** was half full Nappy afro but he still didn't know Till he was-- Surfaced to madness, but found purpose in blackness My quest for serenity could span the Atlantic Don't panic--stay calm--keep composure Contortions of rigor mortis, left for vultures [Verse 2: Adrian] Wanna see a dead body? Floating face down in a river kids found me On the fence from the jump, you've come to my senses I'm your third world neighbors worst Land of milk and honey stirred; slurred the alphabet backward Receipts a secret, renown for self care No visas needed, they brown and proud elsewhere Wonder as to where your sister went Under covers where bitter winters spent Cold hand bitten, canines with the bow tied Nomads fill in, hidden in case Debo pry Dig in condor but don't call him Spanish The twisted wanderer, crossing traffic His babies calling, swallowing the last taste of allure A young father with their safety to ensure To them he's just another felon deportee Paid to tear him from his dependent family Their knock on pine for his kind service Nervous, back in water, your busy swimmer Packing saucers, be it whiskey in the liver So, who're the thugs, narcos and rapists? Set the revolution, let scar show and thank us [Part II] [Hook] Let it be moving backwards through several tragos de amargo licor, till my vision is blurry Let it be moving backwards through several tragos de amargo licor, till my vision is blurry [Verse 3: Andrew] 40 acres and a mule and las huelgas all can prove Promises fall through, products of tall truths sh** we been through is tragic and systematic Habits of putting homies in caskets if they black or hispanic This here the land of the free less you a minority We got the powers that be, they creepin on you and me [Hook] Let it be moving backwards through several tragos de amargo licor, till my vision is blurry Let it be moving backwards through several tragos de amargo licor, till my vision is blurry [Verse 4: Adrian] Isn't it similar; isn't fragrance familiar? It represent homies that ain't ever coming back The presence of several depressants lacing your craft It's evident Governor's dependant On black love, brown pride and the sets again [Verse 5: Jose] One word from an adviser, don't listen to the televisor Take it from a man who everyday grows wiser Know that apologies aren't given in love, but in guilt I work hard and then reflect on what had been built Once saw unity as a bliss and a progression But the more I dropped the more aggression, more than I care to mention That's how cold I gotta be I did it on a whim Like a light on a candle I grew dim Left a body that seemed to slim, and a mind that was grim I come from a country where I'm considered an immigrant Whether or not I'm legal? They don't care Tell me how that's not ignorant But hey, the colored ones are the ones who have to be tolerant [Hook] Let it be moving backwards through several tragos de amargo licor, till my vision is blurry Let it be moving backwards through several tragos de amargo licor, till my vision is blurry Let it be moving backwards through several tragos de amargo licor, till my vision is blurry Let it be moving backwards through several tragos de amargo licor, till my vision is blurry Vision is blurry Is blu--