Wone – Black Flowers

Wone – Black Flowers Lyrics

Artist: Wone
Song: Black Flowers

Gotta question
How did we become
What we died trying to be protected from
How treacherous has it been

And continues to be
28th of August a crosswind had blown
Reverend Dr. stated what the hate already known
The hate that hate produced

Was lettin loose and we were prone
You fight for freedom
Bleed em out they thirst for skull and bone
The twist is when our brethren

Know better than to clone
Oppressors mean to make machines
Of brothers who condone (condone)
And don’t atone for post traumatic

Stresses in the zone (the twilight)
So then we f#ck ourselves
From learned behavior that was sewn
Deep into our psyche where the blight be so ingrown

Creepin’ on us nightly where a fight might bring you home
We snitchin’ sh#t to vultures share our stories in these poems
Only twenty something unprotected now you gone
To meet a spirit that you thought was God

‘til you were shown
The devil you made you do it and
In Hell you died alone
Black flowers have lost their way

Lost their way again
Cursed by their will to dream
Raped by mankind again
2020

We had a lot of drama Black Panther Black Mamba
George Floyd the world brought the noise for Breonna
Taylor made from Chi to Louisville is this movie real
What we feel Tamir is no different from Emmitt Till

But the fear is still imminent we residents for real
Got us on three hots and cot crib is built of steel
Built to kill built to feel nothing for your brother
Now the mission so instilled that we fulfill it for the other

Why we gotta die why we fly for the red and blue
Mama gotta cry cause the other hue is huntin you
It’s only a few of these leaders they ain’t sweatin you
They keepers of the gate and neva wait

Cause they ain’t checking you
What a fool believes we Doobie Brothers
When we follow rules
But Black Lives Matter

Only when they harvesting your tools
Black thighs master wanna
Swap and chop your wig and c#ck
Cop will kill a n#gg#

While a n#gg# kill on every block
Thinking that a flu
Would truce the truth
So we pollute the youth

A million dollars worth a game
On YouTube cut your tooth
A Black man dead or up in prison
Serves the system good

To take the hearts and nuts
Remove the guts we bustle in the hood
Black flowers have lost their way
Lost their way again

Cursed by their will to dream
Raped by mankind again
We have been
Through

Over
Around
Under
Beside

On top of and
Inside
All colors
Smells

Brands
Aromas and
Flavors of
Pre-

Me
Her
Them
They and

His-toric
Categoric
Dog
Bird

Baby
Cow and
Now a whole lotta
b#llsh#t

Blamed for all tensions
Gaining little to no attention
For various valuable inventions
From the creation of damn near every art

To open surgeries of the heart
We
Black
African

AfroAsiatic
Indigenous
Colored
Diasporic

Kemetic
n#gg#s
Have taken part in
Building

Breaking
Blooming
Bleeding
Backing up

Bringing up
Boosting
Believing in
Breastfeeding and

Being
Responsible accountable and drownable
In the birth of this earth
It’s not to say everybody else

Other than self ain’t sh#t naw
It’s just that these scientists
Were pissed to find
That the first sign of fire was lit by who?

First to be forced onto the front line was who?
Knowing indentured servitude was a unpenalized crime
First to draw a genealogical line
First to be ecologically divine

First harassed
First to get blast no questions asked
Hog tied outcast being forced to strip bare #ss
Who else you know

First to be last
Fear is in the air
To be engraved as a SLAVE is under a
System

Lovin to
Activate
Violence
Everywhere

We here
Been there
Nowhere
Now here

All don’t care
We fodder and flair treated like seasonal fare
Where you order a meal on the menu and
It’s no longer there

We had rights wronged up when it was civil
Now we still a pill and a pistol
As we scramble crabbing the cracker barrel
For kibbles and tender vittles

We got forgotten forefathers and foreheads
Sitting on a swivel
Over shoulder squinty eyed and
Plenty died dead dumbed down and blinded

By the absent-minded
Moonlighting as masters and mentors
Who stayed all fraud in broad day
b#stards who pimped wh#res

Remember your pastor
Remember you had to ask to
Go outside and had Gram Gram
On the painted stairs grinnin with pride

Ya pie hole stained
From Grape Kool Aid and cherry now and laters
Playin the kissing game
There was an age that came

Where we were timid and feeble
Pissin in the chlorine cesspool
At the YMCA with the wall poster of the Village People
Never knowing our village

Was on deck to flex as a resident evil
f#ck be wrong with our people
Wreckin and disrespectin our own
Impetus to burn effigies as edifice

Complex ain’t God yet Oedipus
Syndrome Stockholm PTS homegrown
b#tchmade I prayed to be in a time
To gather Black Matters

To reverse and edit the predator
Measure your brother but don’t be his competitor
Black nuts are endangered
But left unprotected federally

By this other Wildlife Reserve
‘we tolerate you n#gg#
So long as you use your strength and
Length to be the animal

In the farm we recruited you to serve’
See H. Rap Gil Scott Stokley and Steve Cokley
Gave us fact no mack
Sniffin the code-switchin

The Swiss and Colby Jack propped on the rat trap
Balls dropped for J’s Flamin’ Hots and snapbacks
Saggin #ss cracks gave way
To the badass song of Sweetback

Cloak and dagger
Went from Ganja And Hess
To a Rorschach crash test dummies
Family matters Urkel in a cyclical circle

Of Madea in a dress reppin’ a TP Lovecraft Country
We in a Land of gettin Milked and
For a muthaf#cka like I it ain’t nuttin Honey
Let me tell you what God loves

I’m 38,000 above your feet and
I’ll draw a paper thin line
Between the meek and elite
You can’t breathe

Without people raising testament to your glory
That’s the f#cked up part of our story
We ain’t angry no more
We armchairin’ and thumb hustlin’

Sittin’ still and refuse to run
Mr. Nancy say ‘angry gets sh#t done’
Release is a relief
We ain’t gotta die in the sky

If we don’t fly with what’s beneath
Feed some self belief (shit)
We already getting by
Within an inch of our life and

By the skin of our teeth
We bruised whether we win or lose
Ain’t that right Lebron Naomi Simone my Mama talk to Papa
Ask yourself before it’s all over

Black people you are who you lookin for
You are the master and
Realized dream of your destiny
There ain’t nothing you can’t do and

It ain’t sh#t nobody else can tell you you can’t do
You’re always on display
Long looked
Gawked and

Side-talked
Double crossed on the sidewalks
Eroticized while vilified
We get sidestalked

Karen in the elevator purse clutchin
But Karen sho’ nuff will be
The incubator for some Blacked lovin’
Social contradiction that this

Faction of phallic friction addiction
Don’t function to the worlds satisfaction
The future ain’t never been frontin
We the breed the MC’s need

El comandantes of communique and
Its even better when a n#gg#
Born and bred in the drenched p#ss# of LA
Whatever date today is

I make a promise to Pac Man the land and
Spend the rest of these breaths til death
That the rest of the whole muthaf#ckin world understands
That we Black Flowers can’t lose our way or

Be raped by mankind ever again
Black flowers have lost their way
Lost their way again
Cursed by their will to dream

Raped by mankind again
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Release Year: 2016