

Whus Blacka
Whus Blacka dan
Hands in yo hair
Weavin clouds down ta earf
Trickin gravity
Duckin laws
Makin mo beautiful
Da mos beautiful
Whus Blacka dan
Warm legs huggin yo arms
And stiff necks from bein tol ta
Turn dis way
Hol ya head down
Dis awl we know
An we know it
Whateva make us keep stannin up
So big and proud I swea
mus come from da head down
Is dat why we got awl dis hair
so tagetha
Why we cuh take pig grease and turn miracles
Whus Blacka dan a way from no wa


For Corey Jones
Wu’int time to bury dat boy
It was plenny coming up
Plenny mo
Wu’int none of his business bout dat boy life
And sho nuff not his def
Wu’int yo life to take way from us
Seeing whatchu wanna see wrong
Wu’int no lil bitta people mad either
It’s a whole lotta uh us hollin’
Looking like erebody and hollin’
In da church in da streets
Plenny hands lif’ dat boy up
Hands high in da sky
From den ta nih
Ova yo low down
Plenny mo put dey hands in and holluhd widdus
Holli


For Henry Thomas Bennett
When you die
butter don’t melt in yo mouf
Every thang posed to be
nice an cool an awright
Lees till we kin gitchu good in da groun’
Wet it wit sawt wahda
An give outcho thangs ta da good will
Dey kill you dead den dead ahgin
Take yo bref an yo past
Noose em up one atha duh utha
Hih you watch somebody die two times in ah life
Hih don’t nobody know bout all dem times he meant da world ta somebody
Dey keep ya living like a ol dead thang hauntin’
Den kill you