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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Logic
Vocals
Damian Lemar Hudson
Vocals
DJ Khalil
Synthesiser
Will Wells
Background Vocals
Steve Wyreman
Guitar
Josh Lippi
Bass Guitar
Dylan Wiggins
Synthesiser
Patrick Starrr
Background Vocals
Diondria Thornton
Vocals
Jessica Hall
Background Vocals
Chris Zarou
Background Vocals
Mark Robertson
Violin
Alyssa Park
Violin
Eun-Mee Ahn
Violin
Darius Campo
Violin
Sam Fischer
Violin
Cheryl Kim
Violin
Neli Nikolaeva
Violin
Kathleen Sloan
Violin
Luke Maurer
Viola
Brett Banducci
Viola
Jessica Freer
Viola
Matt Funes
Viola
David Low
Cello
Vanessa Freebairn-Smith
Cello
Jeremy Rubolino
Conductor
Sam Barsh
Keyboards
Arjun Ivatury
Drums
Chris Thornton
Background Vocals
Hollywood Chamber Orchestra
String Ensemble
Victor Lawrence
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damian Lemar Hudson
Songwriter
Sam Barsh
Songwriter
Khalil Abdul‐Rahman
Songwriter
Arjun Ivatury
Songwriter
Jeremy Rubolino
String Arranger
Nami Melumad
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Logic
Producer
6ix
Producer
DJ Khalil
Producer
Wesley Seidman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Casey Cuayo
Assistant Recording Engineer
Will Wells
Assistant Recording Engineer
Sarah Tudzin
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tyler Gordon
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jorge Velasco
Recording Engineer
Bobby Campbell
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Peterson
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Jesus, black Jesus
Jesus, black Jesus
I been feeling so down
I think they should know now
I think they should know what's up
That's that road I been down
I know how it go down
I know how it go now, what's up
I feel like I don't belong
I feel like my life is wrong
I feel like I don't know what's up
What's up, what's up
Yeah, yeah
Aye
I ain't here to pick and choose, I ain't here to sing the blues
I'm just here to spread the clues, I'm just here to spread the news
Everybody know I do, listen
I ain't ashamed to be white, I ain't ashamed to be black
I ain't ashamed of my beautiful Mexican wife as a matter of fact
I know you fucking with that
And I'm not scared of the people who tell me I should be
Do what you love and don't ever wonder what it could be
Everybody from my hood, everybody know I'm good
Sometimes I'm misunderstood
But that's just the uneducated that never related they feel like I'm fading off
They feel like I'm fading, I'm right out my mind, tell 'em!
Momma don't love me, daddy don't love me
Wonder why I drown in the bubbly
You could be anything you wanna be, 'cept the person you don't wanna be
Let him hate, let 'em love
Wondering if everybody still like this up above
When that push come to shove
Make me wanna pull up with the, with the gat in the glove like
I just wanna be free, not a slave to the stereotype
All alone in my room in the middle of the night
I don't have the words, but my stereo might
I don't wanna be black, I don't wanna be white, I just wanna be a man today
I don't wanna be a Christian, Muslim, gay, straight, or bi, see you later, bye
Not perceived by the things I believe or the color of my skin
Or the fact I'm attracted to her, maybe him
Or the fact I'm a single mother living all alone
Looking for a man and a home to call my own
But I already have one
The only man I'ma ever need is my son, my son, my son, my son, son, say
Black is beautiful, be black and proud
Fuck everybody hatin' on me right now, I'm black and proud
I'm just as white as that Mona Lisa, I'm just as black as my cousin Keisha
I'm biracial so bye Felicia, praise black Jesus now call the preacher
Maybe Jesus was black, maybe Jesus had dreads
Spiderman should be black, I'll vote for Glover instead
Glover instead
Like what's up
I vote for more and more and more and more
And more and more and more and more and more
I vote for so much more
I been feeling so down
I think they should know now
I think they should know what's up
That's that road I been down
I know how it go down
I know how it go now, what's up
I feel like I don't belong
I feel like my life is wrong
I feel like I don't know what's up
What's up, what's up
Go on and let your soul glow, let your soul glow
Glow, shine and glow
Let it glow, glow
Let, let it
Black Spiderman can he save a brother now
Black Spiderman can he save a brother now
Yeah
Let your soul glow
Let your soul glow
Glow
Yeah
Aye man (what's up, bro?)
Spiderman should be black
Yeah, I mean Spiderman should be black
Fuck yeah
Yeah man
Black Spiderman
Black Superman
Black Santa Claus
Shit, black Seinfeld
Black Seinfeld?
Nigga, that's Martin!
Damn, you're right
Shit, I'm fuckin' high
Writer(s): Arjun Ivatury, Damian Lemar Hudson, Khalil Abdul-rahman, Sam Barsh, Sir Robert Bryson Hall Ii
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