Million Men Marchin by Jones (Rapper) Lyrics
Beautiful things happen when them leaves fall
Like September 16th when a star was born
An older brother with a coward for a dad he never met before
So I’m the first that my mother and my father bore
I guess it’s sibling war from the beginning
I wanna stop but I’m not Abel Cain’t escape the feeling
I knew that shit was different
A twelve year old so who would listen
The Dr. said he was infected with the streets and that it would kill him
If we ain’t check the symptoms, another black man in the system
Middle class so I guess we missed him
Hmmm. I found a problem. I think they writing novels the way they killing black men with every sentence
Give it to the pen
Donald Goines write until a fault. Write until the end
A souvenier for the time I’m here
It’s weird
But I give my all
The hustle was just a part of it
Who would think this all started with stealing Iversons
But nonetheless I must confess
I love this life and I love success
But deep in my heart I still have regrets
It’s fucked up the position from which you started brother
I am a martyr for you
This what it sounds like when a million niggas marchin
This what it sounds like, this what it sounds like when a million niggas marchin
And it’s still Coupeseason my nigga what’s your vehicle
A million men marchin. (Keep Up)
This what it sounds like, this what it sounds like when a million niggas marchin
And it’s still Coupeseason my nigga what’s your vehicle
Like September 16th when a star was born
An older brother with a coward for a dad he never met before
So I’m the first that my mother and my father bore
I guess it’s sibling war from the beginning
I wanna stop but I’m not Abel Cain’t escape the feeling
I knew that shit was different
A twelve year old so who would listen
The Dr. said he was infected with the streets and that it would kill him
If we ain’t check the symptoms, another black man in the system
Middle class so I guess we missed him
Hmmm. I found a problem. I think they writing novels the way they killing black men with every sentence
Give it to the pen
Donald Goines write until a fault. Write until the end
A souvenier for the time I’m here
It’s weird
But I give my all
The hustle was just a part of it
Who would think this all started with stealing Iversons
But nonetheless I must confess
I love this life and I love success
But deep in my heart I still have regrets
It’s fucked up the position from which you started brother
I am a martyr for you
This what it sounds like when a million niggas marchin
This what it sounds like, this what it sounds like when a million niggas marchin
And it’s still Coupeseason my nigga what’s your vehicle
A million men marchin. (Keep Up)
This what it sounds like, this what it sounds like when a million niggas marchin
And it’s still Coupeseason my nigga what’s your vehicle