paroles de chanson Black Face - Zalea

Fuck all the residential schools and the tools that they used to Colonize a culture before the government and rules
Whites are fools to think they own us cause they bought out all the land. Blacks created history, even Jesus had a tan
Skin of bronze, hair of wool just like my niggas
Rockin Jerusalem 5's before the Greeks ever did it
You think Gods porcelain you're kidding
Even the bible has it written
But the blueprint has evolved so I'm not worried bout my sinning
My face is black
Won't surrender to attacks
Been trying to wash out our whole culture since we took our Freedom back
That's a fact, bus a cap
Kill a kid and then relax
Watch the justice system die while they have a couple laughs
I did my schooling and I ain't learn about my brothers
All my history is burned, so now I learn all about others
There's no classes for my language
I don't know where I came from
Only connection I got to Africa
Is my mommas art and drums

She's kinda pretty For a girl with a black face
But don't bring her round your friends that's in bad taste
They want the coloured skin gone bleach can replace
They don't want to see me out with my black face
Yeah they mad jealous
Cause we fabulous
Black face, good taste they stole the bag from us
They can't handle it
So they settled it
Murder anyone who represents the melanin

Keep the A keep the H, hard R out yo mouth
Little bitch this the North, stop talking from the south
Swear I'm boutta knock you out
Stereotypical as hell
Muhammad Ali, 19-0 that ring a bell?
Ain't hard to tell, that you uneducated ignorant
White privileged but indignant
Can't Articulate your opinion
Fighting like you a kid or sumn
Get your bib or sumn
You spitting up shit and you always getting into sumn
Names hold stories and meaning holding weight
Words can never hurt me, but the stone is gonna break
All my bones. Momma had bruises under clothes
My dawgs will merk a mf if they ever get close

She's kinda pretty For a girl with a black face
But don't bring her round your friends that's in bad taste
They want the coloured skin gone bleach can replace
They don't want to see me out with my black face
Yeah they mad jealous
Cause we fabulous
Black face, good taste they stole the bag from us
They can't handle it
So they settled it
Murder anyone who represents the melanin