Texty: Laquan. Notes Of A Native Son. Swing Blue, Sweat Black.
Swing it
Swing it
Swing it
Swing it..
[VERSE 1: Laquan]
Swing blue and sweat black a massive strain is on my brain
400 years of pain are flowing through my veins
The fight is for glory, the cause is mandatory
Stress, strife, the price you pay in life
Heads rattle between a skin battle
Purpose is worthless, hell met the surface
Earthly desires have kept you spiritually dead
Look beyond and your starving soul is fed
Some have strayed from Afrocentric ways
On a never ending quest for better days
Many sin, peace is made within
No time to spare, the clock continues to spin
I have a question, why test a
Brother who can still feel the pain of his ancestors?
(Stand up) Pledge of allegiance, of what?
Burn the flag, system is unjust
Shocked, your mouth dropped, you wonder why I said that
Swing blue and sweat black
Swing it
Swing it
Swing it
Swing it..
[VERSE 2: Laquan]
Seeking survival in a world of wickedness
Whether so-called good or hypocrites
Gotta defend the home I descend
Frighten my color might cover when blend
Times are tough, can't give up, I'm livin in mud
Divine truth only comes through flesh and blood
Must survive in the jungle of concrete
The zone where the wicked enslave the meek
Enemies suffer, disciples prevail
We shall now be the head, no longer the tail
My providence is purified guidance, spiritually
So what if you don't dance as long as you're hearin me
Rhythmic influence with a mental contact
Swing blue and sweat black
Swing it
Swing it
Swing it
Swing it..
[VERSE 3: Laquan]
Blood shed, a young brother lies dead
He was shot by cop the other night
He didn't pack a gun or knife
He didn't stop when the cops said "freeze!" and lost his life
Tears flood his mother's eyes, she wonders why
Skin is the reason her son died
Death is death, in any case it's still sin
Why must the system use death as discipline
When will this color war come to an end
And do the good still always win?
Hell is on Earth, we gotta work, I mean break our back
Swing blue and sweat black
Swing it
Swing it
Swing it
Swing it..
Notes Of A Native Son
Laquan