Übersetzung: Black Men United. Theme Music.
Übersetzung: Black Men United. Missing Children.
niggaz play me, just to shoot me You know how it is in the hood Dead men don't hear no applause Don't men don't go off on tours Dead men don't accept
finish (take that) Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin him (Black
a Southern door. This boy's dreadful tragedy I can still remember well, The color of his skin was black and his name was Emmett Till. Some men they dragged
: Sixteen years, Sixteen banners united over the field Where the good shepherd grieves. Desperate men, desperate women divided, Spreading their wings
well in the forehead? In that Godforsaken place in Tennessee Gone to Shiloh for the Union ?Shoulder to shoulder, side by side ?Gone to Shiloh, men stand united
you just did a song with Bobby Brown So now you try to pull a race card And it backfires in your face hard Cuz you know we don't play that black and white
for the rights of men who have died for the protect? The women and men who have broke their necks for the freedem of speech the United States Government
we spot V.O. Live at the handball session, white Wimbledon's Send them, my throat is the top session for men Rap graduate, seen through the needles that
be the bird's eye view of things, look how we doing things We stick niggaz up and we take they rings Mission Impossible, Theodore Unit, we unstoppable
outlines in black and ignorant villagers dark shadows house a sleepy malice in the backbrain of every body you meet man is the village animal united by
Everybody, fuck that Still nowhere to go...sill nowhere to go.. [Mos Def] Two words, United States, no love, no brakes Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, black
stuff (Ruff and tuff) (And all that stuff) Everybody know Latifah love positivity Now positivity erase negativity Mi comin inna di dance ??? Me rollin with the Flavor Unit posse As a black
Unit quest that today has me speaking Cause it's knowledge I'm seeking Enough about myself, I think it's time that I tell you About the evil that men
: [Originally by Bob Dylan] Sixteen years Sixteen banners united over the field Where the good shepherd grieves Desperate men, desperate women divided
Interlude: ?] Ladies and gentlemen, we got Black Thought in the house tonight Yo, he just came from off tour, and I think he wanna spit something, yo! [Black
each Released your chains and set free your leash And fade to black Livin right 'n exact Where the next man lack Come on, come on, fade to black Fade to black