Various Artists - Black Family Day lyrics

(Well my beloved black brothers and sisters It is time for the family to unite I've said that we can have no family Unless we love each other It is no crime for the black man to love himself And to love his brother as he loves himself To every one of you that are under the sound of our voice) [Hook] It's only one way in, two ways out One way in, two ways out I need this money, god damn I need this money I wanna buy the cars and the j**els and bag the honeys So little shorty hits the corner of his block To get his ghetto props, and hit up all the heads with the black tops Smokers line up to buy the sickness The green paper stacked on the quickness with the thickness Now shorty's buying cars and j**els cause he swelling Tricking on hoes, hoteling from the drug selling Shorty's only sixteen, a**hole full of green Totes around a semi-automatic gun machine First of the month is his best nut Yo you crack monsters know the routine, line the f** up Yo I got the jumbo (Yo yo, I get one on credit, man?) No shorts dumb ho might as well forget it (But I'm starving, slick) That's not my problem, b**h (A-yo yo, how many cracks can I get if I s** your duck - uh! uh!) Get the f** out of here, business continues on No longer works the corner cause he put some workers on Living the life of love for love excitement Til 5-0 hit that a** with his first sealed indictment That's how they do, they want you to think that you're fooling them But you're only fooling you Now he's locked down and his life is on hold All because of the first five jumbs that he sold Was the 5-0, you know how that sh** go [Hook] (Put that gun down For your black self The white man will give you a gun But he knows you're not going to shoot him Everyday we are sending each other to the hospital Go to the Harlem hospital and see How many of us we send in there on the weekend) Word is bond, I hear you Minister Farrakhan This is the situation that we're building on Tears of sadness drowns the black nation Cause black-on-black murder is the nineties situation Gunshots ringing in the heat of the night Mothers sitting home worrying if their seeds alright Wondering if their son or daughter's gonna be the next one Who's shot down by the devil's gun Brothers can't you see the reason they promote that black-on-black Cause they the enemy, using tricknology k**ing each other over jealousy or just to get a name quick Yo now that's that bullsh** But when you show love for your people n***as look at you like you're smoking crack They favorite line is "Yo, f** that it's 'bout the money, black" But we can get all that If we stop sticking the knives in each other's back Cause if we don't back we're sending each of us back And you know you can't spend loot under dirt, black That's why I help as many brothers as you can you see Cause what comes around goes back around, are you with me (Put that gun down) Give a brother a pound and unite so lost and found can travel like sound You see my duty is to civilize those who been victimized Looked into the devil's eyes and don't realize I come to free the dumb, cause if we're not free then we're dumb So here the God come, pa rum pum pum pum (We are k**ing ourselves Why are we doing this? Because the family has no love for one another Black family, let's get it together Black family, let's love each other Black family, let's do good by one another And never let it be said again)