Black Beans - Choosey & Exile, Choosey, Devaughn

I am everything, and I am anything

I am the ying, the yang, the alpha, the omega

I am the oppressed, and the reparations Afro que nada

I am black and brown and the nation of 'Islam and Isl’am at the same f***in time

Let’s talk about the under-represented mis-educated mixed folk that make

something like me

I just want you to see that we know how to breathe

Darlin' baby

Yeah, look

What you admirin' been provided by the school of enlightenment Mayan pyramids,

and

I’m-a mix the enchiladas and fried chicken

Dashikis and Pendleton’s penitentiary penmanship

Hieroglyphics written on the side of bridges

Crips and cryptic so the pigs miss it

On the fence written for you on the fence niggas

Stereo tight fittin' why you get offended niggas

Big lips don’t forget about the size my dick is

Tongue slick like chicano veteranos givin' kids wisdom

Star stickies till they hardly bended

Put a part up in my wig when you finish clippin'

Coca cola bottle resemblin' women cookin' caldo in the kitchen

In the same pot my moms cooked the grits in, chillin'

This is the sound of three flowers in the nappy heads of mixed children, nigga

All the search for somethin' to eat

We’ll make it work by any means

Well I put tune to this feat

Black beans

All the search for somethin' to eat

We’ll make it work by any means

Well I put tune to this feat

Black beans

Hallelujah papa took the

My pop was a writer my mama never knew it

Your little hustle probably it

My mama was a gospel music connoisseur

Pops played the oldies so it’s only right I do this

Simply I’m a product of uncommon reproducin'

Blacks and Mexicanos wasn’t really on no cool shit

It’s probably why I see all obstacles and don’t get moved a bit

Seen it all at 18 with a bullet

80s baby out the womb with a full clip

Pity the fool talkin' guns for the cool of it

Cops on the loose killin' teens, who do you defend?

The system been overdue for a crucial fix

Rebuke Lucifer, kneel and kiss the crucifix

Start a movement that will spark a revolution

Before you do you better love the skin you maneuver in

All the search for somethin' to eat

We’ll make it work by any means

Well I put tune to this feat

Black beans

All the search for somethin' to eat

We’ll make it work by any means

Well I put tune to this feat

Black beans

All the search for somethin' to eat

We’ll make it work by any means

Well I put tune to this feat

Black beans

We are socibili in the flesh

Attate in flower and song

The drumbeat of the ancestors sounds inside of us

Cosmic cultura marathoning through our veins

We are altars dressed in stars and struggle

Marigolds slow-dancing to the brevity of life

These stories of survival we spit are sacred

They travel upon the winds like copal

This skin, these earth tone bodies we inscribe with ink are codices

Temples decorated with origin stories and lessons learned

These ranflas we roll slow and low are metaphors for resistance

Audacious aesthetics for burning the status quo

We are rasquachismo, race-ists, and familia

The fire of warriors burns in our blood

The strength of our mothers woven into our bones

You cannot colonize that which refuses to surrender

You cannot kill that which refuses to die