Dj Trai Bands presents, A Message To The Blackman in Amerikkka By Brother Nicholas X (Triniman X) Produced by Dj Trai Bands and Featuring Dj Trai Bands and Q Moon  ! The Debut Single to an upcoming NOI based Ep by Triniman X and Dj Trai Bands Please enjoy, like, and share !

A MESSAGE TO THE BLACK MAN IN AMERIKKKA Triniman X Prod. Dj Trai Bands

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X On My Chest

Letter 2 Farrakhan

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Lyrics: 

They don’t really want us to win Brother 
Why you think they keep on killing us cuz of skin color 
I been other than my self cuz of poverty 
Living in the ghetto can bring you to lower vibrancies 
I’m trynna make it out we live harder than trigonometry 
Militant and vigilant is I something that we gotta be 
Cuz I been through a lot 
And the devil he ain’t stopping me 
I never make excuses 
For nvffn cuz it’s the policy 
I made it this far 
Thank Allah cuz he guided me 
Cuz they don’t wanna bring us freedom justice and equality 
I gotta make a difference cuz my brothers steady watching me 
And everyby dying left and right from animosity 

I understand that pain you gotta do what you gotta do 
Death around the corner from starving 
Ya family doubtin’ you 
Price on ya head 
You movin’ round that’s without a tool
I had to live and learn 
Them bridges burned 
Now You gotta move 
But pride get in the way 
When that block been providing food 
And momma need them perks 
Her heart been hurt 
And drugs can stop the moods
bills payed off for 6 months 
But now you outta school 
The summer bring that man up outta every boy that gotta prove 
Everything to everybody 
13 with double homies 
14 with choppas already 
Ya father got the shotty 
Barrel sawed off
He ready for war like John Gotti 
Dirty straws and pipes 
He paranoid 
And His nose snotty 

Vindictive energy can a bring a nation’s downfall 
I’m trynna build the castle myself 
Can’t let my CROWN fall
In middle school we was known for showing ratchets off 
But froze when seeing predators take a child with out camouflage 

Ima get the whole hood to cashout 
Selling Gold Trading ain’t no hand outs 
But you the type to go and give them plans out 
I don’t know a name 
If I’m staying out 
Sambo, I could never trust a uncle ruckus 
Bando , hundred Lor soldiers how we coming 
Unified up 
Police come we ain’t running 
We passed down the drugs 
Join the ranks now we stunting 
Gotta get a mill for the fam  that’s my passion 
Over coming obstacles they love to see me dragging
But hate to see me suffer 
When I’m down they be laughing 
I ain’t even tripping 
Farrakhan what I’m blasting 

I be Onna mission 
Ask about me ima Soldier 
Naww I’m not Allah baby hold ya composer
Already cuffed and keep my momma on my shoulder 
And if you disrespect her Ima kill you boy it’s over 

Gotta be the man 
Whatchuu know about the struggle 
Family hate ya soul but try claim that they love you 
But I ain’t selling coke cuz that done got broskie in trouble 
I rather sell a block wholesaling new hustle 

I’m so baltimore 

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Dj Trai Blessed

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