Common – Black America Again (feat. Stevie Wonder)

[Intro] *Alton Sterling Incident* [Verse: Common] Here we go, here, here we go again Trayvon’ll never get to be an older man Black children, they childhood stole from them Robbed of our names and our language, stole again Who stole the soul from black folk? Same man that stole the lamb from cheap black smoke And made the whip crackle on our back slow And made us go through the back door And rap for black bodies on the slave blocks Now we slave to the blocks, on ’em we spray shots Leaving our own to lay in a box Black mother’s stomachs stay in a knot We kill each… Read More

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Common – Black America Again (feat. Stevie Wonder) (Black America Again Album)

Here we go, here, here we go again Trayvon’ll never get to be an older man Black children, they childhood stole from them Robbed of our names and our language, stole again Who stole the soul from black folk? Same man that stole the lamb from cheap black smoke And made the whip crackle on our back slow And made us go through the back door And rap for black bodies on the slave blocks Now we slave to the blocks, on ’em we spray shots Leaving our own to lay in a box Black mother’s stomachs stay in a knot We kill each other, it’s part of the plot… Read More

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Common – Black America Again (feat. Stevie Wonder) (Short Film)

[Verse 1: Common] Here we go, here, here we go again Trayvon’ll never get to be an older man Black children, they childhood stole from them Robbed of our names and our language, stole again Who stole the soul from black folk? Same man that stole the land from Chief Black Smoke And made the whip crackle on our back slow And made us go through the back door And raffle black bodies on the slave blocks Now we slave to the blocks, on ’em we spray shots Leaving our own to lay in a box Black mother’s stomachs stay in a knot We kill each other, it’s part of… Read More

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Common – Black America Again (feat. Stevie Wonder) (Black America Again Album) letras

Here we go, here, here we go again Trayvon’ll never get to be an older man Black children, they childhood stole from them Robbed of our names and our language, stole again Who stole the soul from black folk? Same man that stole the lamb from cheap black smoke And made the whip crackle on our back slow And made us go through the back door And rap for black bodies on the slave blocks Now we slave to the blocks, on ’em we spray shots Leaving our own to lay in a box Black mother’s stomachs stay in a knot We kill each other, it’s part of the plot… Read More

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Common – Black America Again lyrics

[Verse 1: Common] Here we go, here, here we go again Trayvon’ll never get to be an older man Black children, they childhood stole from them Robbed of our names and our language, stole again Who stole the soul from black folk? Same man that stole the land from Chief Black Smoke And made the whip crackle on our back slow And made us go through the back door And raffle black bodies on the slave blocks Now we slave to the blocks, on ’em we spray shots Leaving our own to lay in a box Black mother’s stomachs stay in a knot We kill each other, it’s part of… Read More

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Common & BJ The Chicago Kid – Black America Again (On Jimmy Fallon) (Live) letras

Here we go, here, here we go again Trayvon’ll never get to be an older man Black children, they childhood stole from them Robbed of our names and our language, stole again Who stole the soul from black folk? Same man that stole the lamb from cheap black smoke And made the whip crackle on our back slow And made us go through the back door And rap for black bodies on the slave blocks Now we slave to the blocks, on ’em we spray shots Leaving our own to lay in a box Black mother’s stomachs stay in a knot We kill each other, it’s part of the plot… Read More

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Common – Black America Again (feat. BJ The Chicago Kid) (On Jimmy Fallon) (Live) letras

Here we go, here, here we go again Trayvon’ll never get to be an older man Black children, they childhood stole from them Robbed of our names and our language, stole again Who stole the soul from black folk? Same man that stole the lamb from cheap black smoke And made the whip crackle on our back slow And made us go through the back door And rap for black bodies on the slave blocks Now we slave to the blocks, on ’em we spray shots Leaving our own to lay in a box Black mother’s stomachs stay in a knot We kill each other, it’s part of the plot… Read More

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