Willie Green - Haunted Ocean lyrics

[Verse 1: Curly Castro] Ezekiel Rawlings Devil inna Blue calling Segregate, colored only Call on Mouse if you have a problem And now yo a** really drowning Pimping ain't ease it's a mountain Dealing with anything Half-Back Enter thru the Back, Bull Conner Take it to the Head, Selma Place Dynamite, No Thelma Just four little girls, dawn at a church Spike had to f**in' tell yah? But a Panther only gets Blacker And the Night plays a factor It swallows all the white wrongs And the Meek k**s the Master So the reckonings a'coming Word to the ghost, Bobby Hutton So stand strong, Juan Carlos Or you free fall for nothing Pardon, We could take it back Dogon So gather all of yah photons, for the phone con, and so on Tough to k** like LoGone Power to the P. Malcolm Boogie Down like the South Bronx with a Falcon On my gun arm! [Verse 2: Lauren Kelly Benson] Would you send your kids To our kids' school? Is Trump about to win This stage of fools? Do Black Lives really matter Or do they don't? Dirty blood, curly hair Like my President Is it true East New York's Coming up and hot? Can you touch my Afro? (Ha!) You may not Polluting my Earth, my food Mind and more Healing foremother's wounds Your forefather's who*es [Verse 3: Cavalier] Waltz with the invisible man The elephant in the room I need me a sensible plan They trynna sentence me to doom If it had not been for the lord I woulda had a not a now nada Nat Turner on a quiet night From the back burner or the pilot light Cause of one drop of this Black blood You know the hood different now Seen White girls coming out the chicken spot lookin thick Or was it one drop of this Black nut? That got them open season on my progeny For the fear White ovaries might meet The Nightmares of an overseer or a housewife of an officer They like “Why you go there so often?" "Pardon, can't cloak this awful truth Dispute even our ocean's haunted" So to call me going overboard Thats old news sung from my sad song Tongues at the bottom these deep blues And the cotton in my denim bleeds too My pain regressive your strain recessive I'm just trynna be, I'm just minding me I ain't trynna be rude Waltz with the Invisible Man... (x10)