Texty:
Sounds Of Blackness A Place In My Heart

do is come back home You have a place in my heart You have a place in my heart No matter where you go Yes you have a place in my heart No matter where

Every damn kid on the street, they got something to prove Push a bullet through my heart, why not? That's a start They could push their reps quicker, kill a

Every damn kid on the street, they got something to prove Push a bullet through my heart, why not? That's a start They could push their reps quicker, kill a

up on the hill And look down at the darkened Silhouettes of tall black windowsills And my heart jumped every ledge

strike like a cobra The world's hot, my son got not evidently It's elementary, they want us all gone eventually Troopin' out of state for a plate knowledge

in deep thought I wanna see is heavens a place like we thought And Christian science seems to think it's just a mindstate But before I put my trust in a

of a soldier sent to die in the war in a fight, that never should took place. Mary K-K-K used to be a great place (great place), now i guess we save

is what i feel, my mind and body's appeal is to the no-frill mills, who hear the beats to chill constantly, I'm hearing Black Americans just sneering

songs once sung, flung, hung into the rafters Catastrophe struck, the sound stuck, disaster plastered The aftermath a blasted buildin' still standin' Like a