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This is just a celebration of the innovation

'Cause they always seem to leave us out the conversation

So this is our occasion

It's for my mother's nation

This is congratulations

For all the Black creations

Pops told me I should go and get an education

'Cause they ain't ever gonna give us any reparations

Grandaddy was around through the segregation

They tried to kill him

but it's funny how the pressure made him

Now they say that we're plain sailing

But racism ain't fading

Pretend like it ain't draining

We built this city, I struggled to stay sane in

Whole world hate us, there's no one I ain't blaming

Oppression just ain't changing

Struggles we're still facing

I'm in the shop and security's eyes gazing

It's hard changing a system that ain't failing

It was built this way, don't worry, I'm maintaining

Black stars, more love, this is Black joy

This is for the Black girls and the Black boys

Hate the way they always paint us in the tabloids

Nobody backing, so I had to be a Black voice

Less pain, more joy

Says a lot about 'em if them others get annoyed

Less pain, more joy

Says a lot about 'em if them others get annoyed

It's the barber shops, the hall party's

All the aunties, the garden barbie's

Whether you're Basian or Somali

African or Yardie

You're invited to the party

I know they're gonna play this in Malawi

My people in the Far East

Ethiopia, shout out Selassie

Pictures on the wall of Marcus Garvey

Joy was the finale

Can't forget the legend Bob Marley

Love the culture, I just couldn't wait for carni

Coming like an army

Caught up in this babylon safari

I'm progressing though the weather's a tsunami

Nothing seemed to calm me

Promised I was tryna keep it classy

If you're gonna do it, do it smartly

They was tryna harm me

Nothing that they do could ever scar me

Whizzing like I'm sitting in a 'Rari

Dodging fedarales

But they don't really want us in the car seat

But this is for my people, don't start me

Yeah, Black stars, more love, this is Black joy

This is for the Black girls and the Black boys

Hate the way they always paint us in the tabloids

Nobody backing, so I had to be a Black voice

Less pain, more joy

Says a lot about 'em if them others get annoyed

Less pain, more joy

Says a lot about 'em if them others get annoyed

Fresh dreads, fresh braids, it ain't twelve years a slave

It's twelve different shades, or the rice on my plate

Or the curls or the waves, seen a whirlwind of pain

See it's hard to erase, but there's joy on the way

Little girl from estates, on the big world stage

It's that trim with a fade, it's that fried plantain

She got dealt with some cards, but she's still well-paid

Gotta hand full of bars, so just don't short-change

And it ain't one lane and it ain't just fame

And I love to see a sister in a whip, no chains

In a big boy Range, she got big big aims

It's that sweet, sweet taste of my grandma's cake

Saying no Black pain, saying more champagne

Saying let's sustain all these Black campaigns

So it's more Black love, saying more Black gains

So there's more Black joy and no there's Black hate

Saying

Black stars, more love, this is Black joy

This is for the Black girls and the Black boys

Hate the way they always paint us in the tabloids

Nobody backing, so I had to be a Black voice

Less pain, more joy

Says a lot about 'em if them others get annoyed

Less pain, more joy

Says a lot about 'em if them others get annoyed

Yeah