Black love No end in sight Black love No rest tonight Black love (? ) is right Black love Feels so twisted (? ) Black love (? ) the night Black love
you that Love is real, you keep wishing... but ** my love is real My love is real My love is real My love is real Bastard in love, they push, you
to take it back I love you I love you Because, I love you I hear a car, your footsteps outside Knife in hand, love in heart Sweating - I wait I love
Traduzione: Black Flag. Ti amo.
Canteens kept on serving, Dreams became reality became slogans The workers terrified the bureaucracy, Free love terrified the bourgeoisie, Imagine the hilarity, "Free love is neither love
's on the inside track but you slack and so another dive and you lounge - but who's shoes would you be in? Wake up, it's time to respect the Nubian flag
runnin fo flat(brrrraaat) Nd night light see duh light u cud follow dat ... I creep all black. So straped, Fuck rap get ya baby boy kidnapped, Black flag
Kit Go, what up P Bo, blood no go, what up A.C., I love ya Blonde D, I love ya big sis, I love ya lil' sis, I love ya 2Pac, and I would never stop, let
at a time Listen! Buzz is what I does I get money e'ry day, e'ry day I does That Benz is how I ride Black flag on the left, two hoes And right you better
black man And I ain't trying to tell ya, nothing wrong But if the blacks don't reach the blacks, who's gon reach us homes You kill a black you safe, but
I harness mental powers scientists don't understand So I'm on the low hiding from the average man In a bad savage land I'm rockin' a gas mask With black
re smilin' at everyone I can tell you my love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer have gone Out on the road today, I saw a BLACK FLAG
We beat with bats, we scrap, we came, we come So, peace to that he's back nigga one [talking: CL Smooth] Yea, Chairman of the Board, man Black Leader
We beat with bats, we scrap, we came, we come So, peace to that he's back nigga one [CL Smooth] (talking) Yea, Chairman of the Board, man Black Leader
the bastard sons of your media culture Our minds, eyes and bodies were born in your exclusion An illusion you hide behind You don't love a God You love
From the boy who dared to dream to be bigger The supersonic sunset sight scenery flipper The stereo slideshow, blaze a bag of good crop Here we go, my folk wave the flag
