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

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