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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leoshe Tishia Davis
Songwriter
Lyrics
What if the Black People
Had White power
Stripped your pride naked
And rapped you by the dollar
Did everything in our power
To make ya soul sour
Then turn around and sell ya Gans
To the highest buyer
Destroy your manhood
Putting you through the wire
Burnin down what you own
Setting ya dreams on fire
We missed a few screws
But we coming with pliers
Yes you might be lighter
But that doesn't make you brighter
And if this ain't the truth
Donald Trump's not a liar
Now his Dogs moving Hot
I ain't talking Oskar Myers
What if you did the slaving
What if you did the hanging
What if we used force
And made y'all eat up the pavement
What if we made the rules
What if we did the paying
Being Black is a Canvas
Man what if you were the painting
I know this topic is deep
But really man I'm just sayin
It's really all we been asking
The answers y'all keep delaying
WHY
400 years without justice
Now we not playing
Way before Meek came
Man we been chasing
Somethin like grace
Being Black is so amazin
The good finish last
And all we ever had was patience
Took up every stain
Like a mafuckin apron
If PAC asked in 98
Why ain't it been no changes
Instead of giving back
Y'all always found the joy in taking
It's still blood on every leave
We bout to get to raking!
NAH
We not having it
Feeling like Colin
Bout to cap a Nick
Always call the law
After starting shit
Knee on us
Now we can't even kick
No weapon
But they got the right to Frisk
Body cam off
They gon blame a glitch
Tear us all apart
Then they start to Stitch
And they always shoot their shot
They don't never miss
It's Vets in the game
Who ain't addressing this
So It's my duty
To step for this
All I'm tryna do
Is correct this shit
If I don't ask you one thing
Imma ask you this
What if the Black People
Had White power
Stripped your pride naked
And rapped you by the dollar
Did everything in our power
To make ya soul sour
Then turn around & sell ya Gans
To the highest buyer
What if the Black People
Had White power
Stripped your pride naked
And rapped you by the dollar
Did everything in our power
To make ya soul sour
Then turn around & sell ya Gans
To the highest buyer
Writer(s): Leoshe Davis
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