Group Nameless 4 ft. Justin King, Blakk Mambo & Preach the Poet Lyrics

They will never be able to bear the weight of a box

Full of Bloody Chicago styled T-Shirts

My brothers, Eric, Lavert, Pain, all rest in the same size T-Shirt

Get money until we die, spend money until we die

That's the new greened faced deception

Bloody puddles could never make our bloodlines any much closer

Death always finds a way to dance out of order

The new Negro trades TDs for resources

Downtown by a cotton bowl gin

House slave won't juke or jive in Big house hallways

So they threw dance parties down by the cabin

Five field slaves were all just standing and waiting in food desert

Waiting for rain

Field slave says I don't have 2 dollars to get into your dance party

But brother could you allow us just a little lemonade and please leave it on the front Porch

House slave says hush your mouth foolish boy

For any mentioning of maintaining finances that are just owed

And my father, I mean my master, I mean my overseer