Black Magic
Angie Stone Lyrics

My heart goes out to the homeless and poor
I empathize with those who are less fortunate

And my niggas in the bing that didn't go to the board
I feel for my friends who are in prison and weren't granted parole

Wit a 25 to L on your back the shit is too cold
Having a life sentence is a harsh reality

And for the kids that didn't get they school clothes
I sympathize with children who can't afford school clothes

For the gods that lost they earth
I mourn for those who have lost loved ones

The world's a song you'll get it back you just lost your verse
Life can be like a song with its ups and downs, but you can always find your way back

It's P verse the demons, that's why I'm feenin' for weed
I struggle against my personal demons and use weed as an escape

'cause I don't want to forfeit first
I don't want to give up or lose

I could even bust my gun and do some office work
I have the ability to resort to violence, but I'd rather not

But I still want to off this jerk (shit)
I still have anger towards someone and wish they were gone

I can't leave it out my rhymes (why)
I express my emotions and experiences through my music

'cause it be part of my dreams, to see 20 Porches murk
I aspire to have wealth and success

Three houses for the family, two for the niggas
I want to provide for my loved ones and those close to me

When I die I was true to the niggas (true soldier)
I want to be remembered as loyal and honorable to my community

And I never practice voodoo
I don't believe in magic or superstitions

But it's like Black Magic how I spit this fluid to niggas
I have a talent for rapping that seems almost supernatural

Ask God when he stoppin' the pain
I contemplate when my suffering will end

A fiend got a shoelace on his arm and he poppin' his vein
I see drug addicts in pain and desperation

And the needle look dirty but I'm close to reaching thirty
I'm aware of the dangers and consequences of drugs as I approach my thirties

And the only thing I know it's a profit to gain
Drug dealers and users are often motivated by money

I might cry but I'm still cold
I can feel emotional pain but still maintain my tough exterior

I might be cold but I still cry
I may seem unemotional to others, but I still have the capacity to feel and express emotions

And bottom line I'ma still die
No matter what, death is inevitable for us all

I can see the doors openin' now
I have hope for the future

I can see the ghost floatin' around
I sense something otherworldly, beyond my understanding

That's why P come down with the potenest sound
I use my music to express my deepest feelings and desires

Spit the shit that'll open the ground (crack the ground)
My rhymes are so powerful they could cause an earthquake-like effect

My third eye got a horoscope (see it all)
My intuition and perception are highly developed

So if you want to know my horoscope, listen to the bars I wrote
If you want to understand me, listen to my music

Build and destroy
Life involves creating, but also tearing down and changing

Come through the strip wit, bricks of the girl and keys of the boy
I have a criminal past and connections to drugs and violence

'cause all I really want (what)
What I want most in life is

Was a gun and blunt, a lil money and some keys to a toy
I used to find happiness in material possessions and crime

My whole life been a sacrifice
I have endured many hardships and difficulties in my life

So if my nigga need my help he ain't never gotta ask me twice
I am always willing to help and support my friends

I'm the nigga you could kick it wit
I am someone who is easy to be around and hang out with

You gotta spot you want to rob I'm the nigga you could stick it wit
I have a criminal background and am willing to participate in illegal activities

I'm in the studio, I'm droppin' pain on the beat
I express my struggles and emotions through my music

I'm famous indeed, but those is two differences
Being famous is different from who I really am as a person

They tryin' to understand me, but I over stand 'em
People try to comprehend me, but I understand myself better than anyone else

I'm the flowin' phantom, til we blowin' random
I am like a ghost and will continue to exist through my music

And to my corner niggas holdin' cannons
My friends who have weapons and are involved in criminal activity

That want the money and jewels and everything 'cause we so demanding
We are driven by a desire for wealth and material possessions

To the hoes that think I'm handsome
To the women who find me attractive

That know a gangster when she see one ma, yeah money that's the anthem
Women are attracted to a certain type of man - a gangster who embodies wealth and power

Callin' niggas like that's the ransom
Demanding money in exchange for someone's safety or freedom

If P flowin' then that's the cancer
My music is so potent and impactful that it can change the status quo

Holiday the hottest shit point blank dog that's the answer
My music is the best, no contest