Me'shell Ndegeocello - Dead n***a Blvd. Part 1 lyrics

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Me'shell Ndegeocello - Dead n***a Blvd. Part 1 lyrics

You sell your soul Like you sell a piece of a** Slave to the dead white leaders on paper And welfare cases Rapists and hoes All reinforced your TV show Exotic and beautiful videos Yeah A jail's a sanctuary for the walking dead It f**s with your head When every black leader ends up dead Somebody said Our greatest destiny is to become white But white is not pure And hate is not pride And just 'cause civil rights is law Doesn't mean that we all abide So tell me are you free? "You" Campaign for every dead n***a blvd So ya'll motherf**ers can drive down it in your fancy cars Free You try to hold on to some Africa of the past One must remember It's other Africans that helped enslave your a** Everybody's just trying to make to make that dollar Remember what Jesse used to say? I am somebody No longer do I blame others For the way that we be 'Cause n***as need to redefine What it means to be free I can't even tell my brothers and sisters that they're fine This absence of beauty In their heart and mind Stopped breastfeeding the child You put 'em on the cow And now you wonder why they act wild You see brown folks are the Keepers of the earth Unifiers of the soul and mind Not these wannabe gaudy pimps and thugs Wearing diamond watches From African slave mines Perhaps to be free Is to all love those who hate me And die a beautiful d**h And make pretty brown babies You campaign for every dead n***a blvd So y'all young motherf**ers can drive down it in their fancy cars You try to hold on to some Africa of the past Then one must remember It's other Africans that helped enslave your a** Everybody's trying to make that dollar Remember what Jesse used to say? I am somebody No longer do I blame others For the way that we be 'Cause n***as need to redefine What it means to be free You campaign for every dead n***a blvd Just trying to make that dollar So y'all young motherf**ers can drive down it in your fancy cars You try to hold on to some Africa of the past Then one must remember It's other Africans that helped enslave your a** "'Cause" everybody's Trying to make to make that dollar Remember what Jesse used to say? I am somebody No longer do I blame white folks For the way that we be 'Cause n***as need to redefine What it means to be Free.