Black Kennedy

If I was a Kennedy, I'd be a black Kennedy
 Black car, black tux, this is black symmetry
 Raised in the Chi though my family from Tennessee
 I remember me, 'Riem, Dilla, we was in the D
 Riding through the city with the top down
 We ain't got no ceilings to our thoughts now
 It's a beautiful ride
 Riding through the city with the top down
 We ain't got no ceilings to our thoughts now
 It's a beautiful ride
 Let the sun grow, I roll through the jungle on the humble
 Got compassion from my mother, streets from my uncle
 One code of honor is to move with no drama
 Know thyself, know gettin' money, know karma
 Hold respect like a charm that I got from my momma
 In the palm of my hand, it's like a land that I'm fond of
 A calm dove, Lon love, the black Dalai Lama of
 Feed the masses with two fish for one love
 The sum of all pieces
 Release new releases to release us from the beast is the thesis
 I used to give my lil' cuz cleatses
 It's what I used to get my grandmother pieces, she love sequins
 Diahann Carroll-like, some of these leaders are pharaoh-like
 Let the people go so they can face the east and grow
 Time for everything, everything is seasonal
 I dreamed enough everything is believable, it's feasible
 If I was a Kennedy, I'd be a black Kennedy
 Black car, black tux, this is black symmetry
 Raised in the Chi though my family from Tennessee
 I remember me, 'Riem, Dilla, we was in the D
 Riding through the city with the top down
 We ain't got no ceilings to our thoughts now
 It's a beautiful ride
 Riding through the city with the top down
 We ain't got no ceilings to our thoughts now
 It's a beautiful ride
 Macaroons, easy afternoons
 Shorties buck shots under blacker moons
 In search of yellow suns, undeveloped ones
 They get hella guns, heat and melanin
 The streets where we from, beats heavy drums
 Wish I could put Jordans on the feet of everyone
 Black Kennedy, royalty with black identity
 Leader of the freestyle, I go to penitentiaries
 And write with the fight of Reverend Wright from Trinity
 For centuries, they'll remember for my similes
 But I metaphor more than that
 No matter how rich I get, I'ma pour it back
 The jurisdiction of justice, non-fiction of a hustler's heart
 From dust we start
 And we must embark to passion mark the people
 Had our first black prez, I'ma be the sequel
 If I was a Kennedy, I'd be a black Kennedy
 Black car, black tux, this is black symmetry
 Raised in the Chi though my family from Tennessee
 I remember me, 'Riem, Dilla, we was in the D
 Riding through the city with the top down
 We ain't got no ceilings to our thoughts now
 It's a beautiful ride
 Riding through the city with the top down
 We ain't got no ceilings to our thoughts now
 It's a beautiful ride