What up, what up Nigga you made it
What up what up Nigga we prayed it
Is the call song for every black boy whose ever "made It"
Black boys are black birds who rarely know flight
Trapped, Hunted, Gutted
Won't survive to make it up out this hole
So when they make it
We call them
Black Boy Fly
Black Boy Fly
Kendrick says:
When black boys fly up out of here it is
By shooting hoops or living in the stereo
The only way up out of the hood, you know the stereotypes
I say:
What about the black boys who love ball but can't hop
Got Ryhmes just not the way Kendrick do
I don't know that many black boys who have made it
Making is something that is only relevant
when you never had a chance in the first place
Some are fly without the flight
Have mastered the art of ditching class heading nowhere fast
Top of the block become so comfortable
They lose sight of the sky
My little brother is black boy fly in the making
He'd take a game of mindcraft over a game of ball anyday
He is:
Young God
Magician
with wings wider than any I've seen
I can't protect him from the terror
Godforbid I scare him from flight
If you ever meet a boy who is black boy fly try you best not clip his wings
Call up the slave hymn for protection
A baptist prayer
Lend him you faith
and remember that
every little black boy is
Black boy fly
Black boy fly
Black boy fly
Footnotes
This uses lines from and is inspired by Black Boy Fly By Kendrick Lamar a song off of good kid, m.A.A.d city