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Uncle Clarence
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Uncle Clarence was released on May 1, 2026 by Capital Tabloid as a part of the album Haloes & Black Robes - Single
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Release DateMay 1, 2026
LabelCapital Tabloid
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM68

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Calder T Lloyd
Calder T Lloyd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Capital Tabloid
Capital Tabloid
Producer

Lyrics

Clarence, Uncle Tom in a black robe
Preached no help from a rich man's boat
Came from the shack, then sold the street
Now the Court smells like billionaire greed
Pin Point baby, no lights, no sink
Mama worked, daddy disappeared
Granddad raised him hard and mean
Made pain the only thing he feared
He took that hurt and called it law
Turned cold lessons into pride
Then climbed through doors they opened up
And locked them from the other side
Boots stomp, banjo sting
Poor-boy story, rich-man ring
He said no handouts, stand alone
Then took the jet and called it home
Uncle Tom in a black robe
Selling out the road he rode
Talks like grit, lives like gold
That's Clarence, cold, cold, cold
Uncle Tom with a lifetime seat
Judging folks he used to be
Crow in the sky, shame underneath
That's Clarence, cold, cold, cold
Yale gave him a ladder up
He called the ladder a stain
Used the key, then cursed the lock
And made the next kid feel the shame
Anita stood and told that room
What Clarence made her hear
Coke-can line, dirty talk
They buried her truth in his tears
Strong woman spoke, he played attacked
Old men folded, gave him back
Black robe clean, story spun
Victim act, lifetime run
First wife gone, young son bruised
New wife came wrapped in flags
Ginni sent that Jan Six fire
Then hid her hands behind the man
Crow paid school, Crow bought walls
Mama's house, yacht-deck calls
Private flights, luxury nights
No paperwork in sight
He hates loud women when they speak
But loves rich men when they pay
He hates help when Black folks need it
But smiles when Crow looks his way
He left the people who raised him
Then judged the ones who stayed
Made Uncle Tom sound current
With a robe, a wife, and a paid parade
Uncle Tom in a black robe
Selling out the road he rode
Talks like grit, lives like gold
That's Clarence, cold, cold, cold
Uncle Tom with a lifetime seat
Judging folks he used to be
Jan Six wife, Crow-paid wings
That's Clarence, king of selling things
From Pin Point pain to a rich man's chain.
Written by: Calder T Lloyd
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