Black

I feel real black now, real black right now I never knew you like I should have known you But my father spoke of you through that liquor Can we get a curtain call? Let us pray your idea outlives you Cause everywhere there's a Chicago The only way we gettin' outta here is if we hit the lotto My mama left the incense burning on the dresser A hard way to learn one lesson She said never be impressed with a man with no message I feel real black now, real black right now And I will never be mr. Madiba I'mma thank you the next time I see ya You got me feelin' real black right now, real black right now The oppression of a young Malcom And shots rained out across the balcony the day we lost a dream To young to sing Marvin Gaye's 'What's going on?' Since then it ain't been a lot going on Enough pain could make a whole race bitter They say the right amount of love can heal us Reminiscing back when Hilfinger made us feel like niggas And that's the kind of thing that sticks with you I never felt this black I feel real black now, real black right now x3 And I will never be mr. Madiba I'mma thank you the next time I see ya You got me feelin' real black right now, real black right now (Interlude) Somebody take us home Take me home Let's go home Let's go home You got me feelin' real black right now, real black right now x4 Somebody take us home