Look, I can rep a Puerto Rican flag like its nothing,
But chay'll know I'm black, so why you even fronting?
Get round my fam and I'm acting like I'm southern,
Get round yours and I'm acting like I'm white right?
Talking sophisticated through education.
Something they say has been wasted this generation.
They 14 and loving "fornification",
Then end up blaming em all - its all on human relations.
I hate it.
But just 'cuz I'm in love with words,
Makes me a doofus and a nerd right?
Oh its funny to you.
Since what you say, don't always make you heard so...
That don't even mean I'm hurt though.
And if I am, that don't mean I gotta fight.
So you should beat him in until he doesn't have sight,
And till all he hears is birds right?
And just 'cuz he can't hop up on the mic,
Then play it like Mike,
Mean I can't k** it like Mike,
Since I write it like Wright, right?
Dick...
Please tell these Uncle Toms to chill it,
'Cuz it really bothers me that they don't take care of they children,
For real.
Tell all of these Black Boys,
They won't ever make a living,
Causing wounds they can't heal.
"Nah, no way!
They don't value time,
So they might as well write their will today."
No... yes way...
'Cuz Antoine, is in his backyard,
Thinking he the next Lebron.
But you don't see nobody tryna beat Denzel.
Pawandeep is tryna escape his country,
Get free of the tyranny and being eaten alive.
Of being beaten till he don't know who he is,
Till he got no eyes,
He swears he doesn't even know why.
Oh and...
Ty? He's secretly one of a kind.
He's been working to be the first black Einstein.
And you'd be thinking by this time he'd actually be it...
But then his Pops found out,
That ain't end well.
And see it used to be okay,
But that was back in the 10 cent comic days,
Now in the common day era,
There's an error,
Now its: "Whatever, do what you say" day.
But see I'm just waiting for my payday,
Just so I can take a vacay–tion,
With a bunch of fun,
Tons and tons.
Cuz nowadays, I'm always getting shunned by the groups,
The cliques, the ones that are runned by the troops,
Of cool kids,
Truth is,
They care less about school and most of them are foolish.
So I hang with the toothless,
The overlooked,
And the flowers that ain't bloomed yet.
These the kids with no rudeness.
And really they the most ruthless,
To me.
Chill with us, we can prove it.
Chill with me, I can prove it.
Listen...
'Cuz chay'll are on a Mayday,
Tell George Strait,
We got a problem here Houston,
There's confusion.
There's no movement in America,
Better come and look at what's fused all up under them.
Under them, there's fire ready to blow.
And really the only direction to go is up,
Uh oh.
Then I would try and tell em that the world is ending.
Would they really listen to me if I said so?
See I ain't really in it for the color of a gecko,
I get it and go,
But I'm in it for the soul boy.
I'm in it for the art flow,
Not the Rolls, or the Caddy,
Or the girls with the fatties,
I'd just rather buy a house with a patio.
So my grandparents can sit down,
Put they feet up.
And my Dad can get hitched,
Hope he's ready for prenups.
I find it funny though,
Strike a thinker pose...
For all the things I think about,
All the things I've figured out.
I used to dream about being up in the sky.
Used to ask God why my mother had to die.
And now I think of how'd I'd live with a wife and a kid at my side,
And I'm only fourteen.
So you know I must be outta my mind.
Cuz imma stick to Virgin Mary's,
Kicking round pebbles till I'm married,
I'm living healthy,
Eating coconuts and diced pineapples.
Thank you very much.
A lot of boys are just Pac-Men,
Copping and dropping all the cherries they popping.
Stop it.
This all is getting very scary.
Why can't we keep the peace instead having wars on prairies?
The prairies that natives hunted in.
You started throwing hundreds,
And now the system is searching for something to cut off.
Like your bank deposits,
Loans for college.
School budgets,
But maybe that's just politics.
Either way it's us.
For the people by the people.
We're supposed to keep it equal.
But see,
Two score and ten years ago,
We lost a president.
And its evident,
I think it all went down from there,
And I can bear if any of ya'll agree to disagree,
But see I'm only here to clear my mind and preach at the same time.
It's all for pleasure,
Not for mine - for you.
For real.
I mean this is all I feel,
From the chrome to my toes,
This the deal.
And I really don't mind,
If some of you don't care,
'Cuz hate is always a scream,
And love is only a whisper.
And not showing it ain't a crime,
But not all of us feel cared for,
We're beaten down and barefoot.
Out there, there's a father and a mother sitting next to each other,
A boy and a girl who are falling in love,
And about ten other people who are starting to judge,
'Cuz someone don't have either or.
Or...
'Cuz the middle cla** still counts their money twice.
And the poor just sit around staring up at the kites where their dreams are,
They find it so hard to reach,
As the rich just roll past them,
Driving in their dreams cars.
Tough luck,
Go ahead and take a crack at it,
'Cuz any diamond in the rough,
Has been swept under the rug now.
They hide what you think you can't see,
Right in front of your eyes,
And if you're smart enough to squint,
They let the lights dim some.
No need to mention the level of tragic.
'Cuz all we need to do is fight past it.
Then we'll have it,
In this twisted tale of Aladdin,
But see that's why I call it all carpet magic.
Believe...