It would be simple, wouldn't it?
My father was away trapping, a time when it-
Which lefts?
What happened to you?
Magic?
What's magic?

Out with the vision myself, I had to fend for myself
I get the green like it's kelp, I put that shit in the pail
Make sure my mama do well, all of my bitches do well
All of my bitches do well, my bitches shine like jewels
I get that cash through the wire
I make them plays on the cell
I free my sister out cell
I got that check through the mail
Jupiter jumbo or giant
Whippin' that paint, Jumbalaya
I held your ho with a spell
I put that bitch on the trail
Poor Bobby smoking the finest
Running the game like a tyrant
Winter when nothing else fails
Winter still bringing you hell

Simply sing for me
Bitch, sing a symphony
Bitch, just defending me
She thought that it was skin deep
Been took ya bag
Been told you that you been weak
Been had the mag'
Been on the line assembly

Tragedy in the street
Lookin' for someone to laugh with me
Incomplete
Lookin' for someone to match with me
Desert eagle
Lookin for someone that blast for me
Desert eagle
Lookin' for someone to fly with me
Get high with me, no Visine
Just see what my eyes see
Open my eyes, free me

Just remind me where I'm from and what's going on
What's happening?
The gas going, the motor flowing
Bitch, what's happening?
Remind me where I'm from and what's happening
The motor going, the gas flowing
Bitch, what's happening?

I did some dirt with the clique
Went and got cliqued by myself
Couldn't belittle myself, couldn't be all weak as hell
I just be weary of self, I had to fend for myself
Had to get low like the jail pose
Check review then lose the tail, bro
I would skip over the hell hole
I had the vision myself
They clouded me at a standstill
I picked up a penny and left
I picked up the clip with a step
Send you a current event
Everything we in the midst of
How long you waiving the rent?
Moratorium extendo
I'm just evading the pit
Ain't no parading the tent
Fuck out my face with syringe
Fixing my face, feigning interest
Loan all my patience get thin
Everything he say, I missed it
Can't believe you get paid for this shit
Whatever, stock up the shells
Niggas thinking that they figured it out
Hit the lab, whip up a cell
They itching for it, I seen it's been a drought
I hear the tone of the bell
Tried to atone with a prayer
Know the tone never tell
You gon' see when you get there anyhow, uh

Oh, I would do anything to make my children happy
Please black bird is there anything you can do to help me?
Maybe there is
How can I make our black children happy without any magic?
It depends upon what you tell them
Magic is only make-believe
And our children do not need to grow up in a make-believe world
You need to tell them the truth
And help make them feel proud of who they are
The magic of truth is much more powerful than magic of make-believe
But what can I tell them?
Tell them that they're beautiful
Tell them that they're Black
Here, take hold of my wing
And I will take you to someone who can give you something even better than magic

Copyright: Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Robert Mansel, Thebe Kgositsile, Walter Williams