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Black Boy

113

Hip-Hop/Rap

Black Boy was released on April 12, 2019 by Dirty Hit as a part of the album Bellwood Product

Song Details

AlbumBellwood Product

Release DateApril 12, 2019

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM76

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Caleb Stephenson

Caleb Stephenson

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Caleb Stephenson

Caleb Stephenson

Songwriter

Michael Clervoix III

Michael Clervoix III

Songwriter

Robert Mandell

Songwriter

Jason Harrold

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Sha Money XL

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Black boy shot, black boy kill him

Another story told by a lost ****

With no happy home, ain't no father round

All the love is lost so he was never found

Found out what I wanted so I went and got it

Bought myself a gun, now I think I'm poppin'

I love to show it off, and always tell my friends

I never plan on usin' it, but I love to pretend

My favorite rappers do it, my favorite actors do it

And all the girls with fat asses be attracted to it

I start pretendin' so much, I build a passion through it

Until I meet a real **** who really has been through it

And then that **** press me, try to teach me a lesson

So he run up with his boys and a gun just to test me

Fun and games until I pull out with that .30 Glock

And shoot that **** and his friends 'cause they made me embarrassed

[Verse 2]

Black boy shot, black boy kill him

Another story told by a lost ****

My fate, my soul don't go to rest

My fate, my soul don't go to rest

Black boy shot, black boy kill him

Another story told by a lost ****

My fate, my soul don't go to rest

My fate, my soul don't go to rest

[Verse 3]

Black boy shot, white cop kill him

Another story told from the mom's vision

That she had of me layin' in my blood

Body twisted in the grass, my face in the mud

She lost her baby boy, she never thought she would

She prayin', beggin' God to please bring him back if He could

She screamin' to the heavens, wonderin' why He took me

And now she questionin' her faith when she know that she shouldn't

Bottle after bottle, night after night

Contemplatin', overdosin', and takin' her life

She try to do it, and she know if she do, ain't right

But she can't take the pain of knowin' her baby just died

Pops grievin' too, brothers grievin' too

Meanwhile, the cop is free, runnin' wild, on the loose

He claimin' self defense when knowin' that shit ain't the truth

He killed my ass because my skin weren't as white as his too

[Verse 4]

Black boy shot, white cop kill him

Another story told from the mom's vision

My fate, my soul don't go to rest

My fate, my soul don't go to rest

Black boy shot, white cop kill him

Another story told from the mom's vision

My fate, my soul don't go to rest

My fate, my soul don't go to rest

[Verse 5]

My fate, my soul don't go to rest

Out here, on my block, they keep on gunnin'

You saw my eyes, I'm soaked in stress

But I feel in my heart to keep on runnin'

They said this world won't ever change

Just keep your thoughts in place and know

This world don't turn for those who wait

But them guns still cock and aim to blow

[Verse 6]

Man, I wish a **** would try to stop me, I'ma end his life

So many **** out here shootin', I can't sleep at night

I took a peek outside my window, and I seen it all

Them bodies droppin' on the street like they was leaves in fall

Them corner stores still gettin' robbed, my **** goin' hungry

Babies pushin' babies, parents turnin' into druggies

My clothes been fittin' tight, and all my shoes been gettin' dusty

No water runnin' at the crib so I been gettin' musty

[Verse 7]

All my options runnin' low, finna take this gun and go

It was either him or me, God, I had to let him know

Trigger squeeze and let it blow, watch that **** soul depart

Lord, I know I'm sinnin', but I can't just let my family starve

Say a prayer to write my wrongs, take it right back to the block

Another **** front on me, another **** gettin' popped

His homies try to start a beef, then all his homies gettin' dropped

Tryna stand between me and survival, then you gotta die

[Verse 8]

That's another black boy shot, sorry, Lord, I killed him

Just another story of a lost victim

Who ain't asked for it, he was born into struggle

The only life he ever knew was to kill or to hustle

Black boy shot, sorry, Lord, I killed him

Just another story of a lost victim

Who ain't ask for it, he was born into struggle

The only life he ever knew was to kill or to hustle

[Verse 9]

My fate, my soul don't go to rest

Out here, on my block, they keep on gunnin'

You saw my eyes, I'm soaked in stress

But I feel in my heart to keep on runnin'

They said this world won't ever change

Just keep your thoughts in place and know

This world don't turn for those who wait

But them guns still cock and aim to blow

Written by: Caleb Stephenson, Jason Harrold, Michael Clervoix III, Robert Mandell

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