I'm Black, been a greasy kid I'm better off sayin nigga like Eazy did Mike Vick bought a pit', now he goin to jail He ain't have a license to shoot a dead duck or quail Did the pigs have a license when they shot Sean Bell? Now hell is a place we live Cause the race we is, I mean race we are Too cold for this cop to have our face on the car It ain't candy so I don't want a taste of the bars Ain't a ball game, I don't wanna sit at the court Do a long bid, I don't wanna give that a (Thought) But I'm +Black+ and people in jail is most my color What up black cop? Every brother ain't no brother I'm a have-not, grandma's grandma suffered You just mad we hustled right out of the struggle Let it rain nigga, we gon' dance out in the puddles What?
Looking back over my false dreams that I once knew Wondering why my dreams never came true Something is holding me back, ohhh-ohhh Is it because I'm Black? Yeah...
Uhh, yeah They say payback's a motherfuckin nigga, that explains why I'm sick of gettin treated like a goddamn step-child Livin like a {?} I'm an exile Gotta climb out of my skin, just like a reptile Born where the feds file, them suits and neckties Operatin under the cold, live and let die I'm tryin to break free of the hole But five out of ten brothers gon' see a parole Who this system fail with Mychal Bell, might as well be Sean Fat cats picnickin on the White House lawn And it's only ten percent in the hood, where health benefits Genocide, Jena 6, guilty 'til we innocent Citizens, listenin to government smooth talk Take, one step forward and do the moonwalk back, give me the Peace Prize like Al Gore's I got a mind like Malcolm X, how 'bout yours? C'mon
Struggle lives on and it tire on Imus should've never been fired, just fired on Not with a gun, hit him up with a water hose Got some nerve to call a black man's daughter hoe Whoever put the nooses up, we oughta slaughter those Klan in the precinct, where did the order go? Klan in the schools too, where should my daughter go? Where should my son go? Let me know what {?} is hung fo' I'm too Black to not dream like Martin did Die like Malcolm, a martyr to be part of it Came from the ghetto, you know the heart of it We just want it finished and, we ain't even started it
