Okay, can I do one more? It's really quick. So he said, "Blow black mother, black mother." He always announce the title and say, "black mother." This is rap, this is hip hop, this is all that, from the street. Poetry from the street
Black mother, I must confess that I still breathe Though you are not yet free What could justify my crying start Forgive my coward's heart But blame me not the sheepish me While we sleeping in a deep-deep sleep And I be hazed and dazed and Vipers fester in my hair Black mother, I curse your drudging years The rapes and heart-breaks, sweat and tears But I swear on siege night dark and gloom A rose I'll wear to honor you, and when I fall The rose in hand You'll be free and I a man For slave of natural death who dies Can't balance out to two dead flies I'd rather be without the shame A bullet lodged within my brain, black motherTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
