Songtexte:
Black Out Band

The Street Dudes. And That Focuses Me Back On What I Should Be Doing, Lay Out The Real Mat On The World And How It Is. The Message Is, Young Black Males

cuz I ain't said enough to pipe down I pipe down, when the [White House] just wiped out When I see that little [Cheney] dike get sniped out Lights out

coast to coast Now you dye your hair black Get Satan tattooed on your back You pierce yourself with a Coke can And rub yourself with fake tan Now you're in the band

the streets Band on bricks 'till my fist was bloody Turn, hella corners in the '74 'Cutty Buddy, you don't wanna come against this Black fist, born to

so much anger and pain And if I drop, then I'll explode like a fuckin grenade nigga Fuck calm, time to ring the alarm Breakin' niggas out of prison killin

music loud smoking out in her car think its where it stole my heart and we?d get drunk and kiss our bodies twist like shoe laces. And we never came out

My ma's in the black seat sittin' all alone As my pa steers her slow out of the lot For a test drive down Michigan Avenue Now, my ma, she fingers her wedding band

darkness and disgrace CHORUS And he was alright, the band was altogether Yes he was alright, the song went on forever And he was awful nice Really quite out

disturbed Word, i'm black thunderbird They thought I was disturbed They thought I was disturbed They thought I was disturbed They thought I was disturbed I'm the black, black, black