Jack The Ripper - Black History lyrics

[Intro Jack Tha Ripper] Wuz up world? (Yeah) We at it again, huh? (Yeah) This one got some soul to it, huh? Be blessed! Be blessed! Make the rest of your life the best of your life What is say though? [Hook] When you walk away, you don't hear me say "Please, oh baby! Don't go!" Simple and plain as the way that you making me feel tonight It's hard to let it go! Let it go (Echo) [Verse 1: Jack Tha Ripper] There's some things that you just can't let go For me, it's disco balls and shiny Afros I hoop and holler in churches with the pastor Cause one day I gotta go back to Africa With My Masters so they can see what I achieved Just to visit, I'm sure would all agree I was in Hell, but then I exhaled God woke me up saying "Dreams never fail" No tinker bell, I'm living my fairy tale Pops a carrier, so I gotta deliver mail and messages Because when given time it's never too late Tebow last five minutes, just keep faith To all my black writers, keep yo' pen strong Some people can't read, we can't go wrong The end is near, the past is not a mystery As I reminisce, never forgetting black history [Hook] [Verse 2] Black History, it explains how I feel I'm real 'til the end so you know the feelings real Gatorade cooler, it ain't easy to spill Like coaching a big win, my spine full of chills I'm do my best to open up like a book Let me paint the picture in words so you can get a good look No little man, but his day gone come Writing all these emotions down, a letter to my son I always fight with hands, never used a gun Them boys there scared, you see they pulled they guns To tell the truth, I stood back but never ran If he don't pull the trigger, my punches gone land Playing with them fools, no it ain't no fun Hanging around them thugs, makes it no fun The end is near, the past is not a mystery As I reminisce, never forgetting black history [Hook] [Verse 3] Black shoes, black shirt, black socks No squares around here, black people run the block Black coffee no cream see it in my mean mug A big black man selling all types of d** Wrong definition, no I'm not a thug A "True Hero Under God" spreading black love Cocoa bu*ter, hoping this love rub off on somebody An atheist without God, I see you as a nobody Spreading the gospel like I'm the Real Deal Slaves picking cotton to a song, call it Holyfield A grip on life it's so hard to let go To my black people, we don't have too far to go To all my colored people, if white people did you wrong Here's a short quote: Stay Black, Stay Strong The end is near, the past is not a mystery America where would we be without Black History? (And that's real!) [Hook]