F.Stokes - 1954 lyrics

rate me

They be like is you a homosexual

I’m just a young black in a lectual

The zool can’t be bought for no desimos

The ...i fight for what’s equitable

Depressed, reclusive, blame my daddy for my fucked up genes

Mixed up in the non sense

Got my lil bro sippin cups of lean

Breathe slow, send mama all that I got but god damn it she need more

Wanna hit white kids wanna fuck with me

Gally I’m black nigga who was outcast

Ride with me to the casket

Cause I amplify what they think about

Should know about, drink about

Nigga pimp stepped out let mink about

I am an American idea, with a room full of shit from ikea

And a joint full of shit from cali

This rap game like silicon valley

Fuck labels, they obsolete,

Independent by choice I opt to be

The slave and the master

So I pledge like capers

[Hook]

Send a black man soul, rock that toe

Spend your whole life tryina get that ice

Locked up, cause I stand the same color as night

I can solve it’s so wrong, make America white

The walls is closing, but niggas we rolling, hey

The walls is closing, but niggas we rolling, hey

The walls is closing, but niggas we rolling, hey

The walls is closing, but niggas we rolling, hey

The walls is closing, my niggas keep rolling

Rolling, rolling, rolling

A child who was fatherless, ...

Grand that he fucked up off the fifth

Meanwhile I’m in London, coked up

Woke up next to a bitch, she was throwing both guts

At the show touch tryina get cold cuts

Every feels on the coffee, broke nigga but I stunt like I’m lofty

With that bullshit, they lost me

Look at my circumstance, how could you fought me

Psycho for every time my uncle fought me

So I’m still rolling solo

The only exception yolo, I ball with the vagabonds and hobos

You can hear they pain in my vocals

Fearless, beauty, 1954, with ambition of jaford

Chitown remains my chord, the foundation of...

Work as my inspiration

Survival all in my blood, stanky all in my bud

Love all in my heart, shine life through that dark, nigga

Unity with my soul, just write by raps a day, I’m 6 packs of falls

Just me and my mama tryina make it work

Fall some bullshit, late for work

So it’s back to that conveyor belt,

Tell that man to go hang himself

And on that list, no new friends

It’s me and my niggas I came with

Mission, mission, my mission is accomplished

I come to you, a free slave with no conscience

That chain and rope, a place for cocaine and dope

Hopeless and I hope this, echo left real niggas hold this

The food stamps or the sale

It’s fin to get us out of this hell

The food stamps or the sale

It’s fin to get us out of this hell

[Hook] x 2

Send a black man soul, rock that toe

Spend your whole life tryina get that ice

Locked up, cause I stand the same color as night

I can solve it’s so wrong, make America white

The walls is closing, but niggas we rolling, hey

The walls is closing, but niggas we rolling, hey

The walls is closing, but niggas we rolling, hey

The walls is closing, but niggas we rolling, hey

The walls is closing, my niggas keep rolling

Rolling, rolling, rolling.