Download Donte Clark, Until You Understand Me lyrics and more Slides Chemistry in PDF only on Docsity! Until You Understand Me, Please Find Me Guilty Donte Clark It has an aftertaste of slavery A flavor like acid that seeps deep into the system of your kingdom obliterating your royalty destroying your sense of taste no longer can experience the sweetness of life', speak love, or savour truth Well damn, it feels like lynch dream, huh like a black boy six years old Growing cold from watching everything he wanted to be: death beaten, tied up, burn, stretched, hanging from a tree we still dangling from the noose that strangled our masculinity now branded for life hands no chances just leave you rocking and rocking, hmmmm, back and forth to notes that the wind blows or a bunch of Kings now pinned on death row just agin’ rotten and rotten get the maximum with no parole went heavy on that thin rope we was born a slave to hope a black man assassinated oh ho yo, that's the story of my life Yo Silence, no cause the silence has a sharp edge That will make your ears bleed, if you listen Shh, quiet, quiet shhh, shut up now tell me you can hear it it's the sound of a raising fire igniting my spirit or the rumbling of concrete walls Inspiring within me echoes of torment from a soul that’s heavy with civil war moaning the rhythms of agony so musically how beautifully huh my heart can beat the baseline patterns of a hundred round drums Chevron's chemicals, purple weed & gunpowder fills my lungs, So I breathe a slow death yes give you nightmares of a black man banging at your conscience afraid I Detonate on your doorstep Well my thoughts have the effects of a nuclear bomb So stand clear when I brainstorm Yeeeah call me that nigga they fear most the ghost of Nat Turner tongue like Malcolm X I burn ya to learn ya about the game that the white man been playing no longer keep quiet Change my diet from the plate full of self-hatred Now I feast and digest on black pride I chew on revolution and spit out solutions What, but it's hard to What, but it's hard to Why because where I’m from bullets fly from black hands to be lodged in the head of a black man's ……. And Damn we losin’ I’m constantly cruisin up shits creek lift my head from the trenches I walk through the battlefields of Richmond with each step I’m inching closer to six feet under Incarcerated and poverty Handcuffed in a struggle I gotta make it out so my best plan is to hustle I gotta hustle, I gotta hustle, I gotta hustle Driving knuckles into the jaws of suckers No pity trying to stack my plate up, haaah Who else gonna feed me haaah Before too long they be confusing my insane starvation for greed, but I'm not greedy no I'm not greedy I'm not greedy, I'm just empty huh
