Blacks were allowed neither separate but equal
Nor minimal adequate public and or privet education
They were forbidden to excel in all most all professions
Food could be obtained primarily by the use of federal food stamps
Issued through the thin department of health education and welfare
During and following the Vietnam conflict raided police and drug indorsement activity
The opiate some ambulant social equations of alcohol h**n and the animal tranquilliser PCP
Properly turned booze skag and angel dust took place in the urban camp
And steadily increased throughout the 70's
I ain't got sh** to lose tiered of paying my dues
And every time I turn around I'm sitting singing the blues
Cause I ain't got no place to go and I can't find a ho
And every time I think it's fast I'll always turn some more
You see you may think it's funny but it's all about money
With no doe theirs no home and no money no honey
So I got to find a way to make it I'm bout to be k**ed
Get away from it all and make the big dollar bill
Get my life in check, Maybe brake some necks
Come back with the loot and get big respect
No I'm not like the others I be a pig mother f**er
Keep my sh** under cover keep away from the s**ers
Either way you go I got 2 roads to choose
It don't matter to me….
Cause I ain't got sh** to, lose
It's like he was chosen from god
Makes me wonder how achieving going
The extermination of the Negro people (X2)
Life or d**h, Fortune or fame
See every things the same and everybody wants to make a name
In this big old game called life the only life I know is pain and strife
Born in the ghetto with no place to go
living the life of crime's the only life I know
So I take it slow and go with the flow
Even though I know I could never grow into what society wants me to be
Other than a straight G named TNT
Solitary confinement living just like you are man
The ghetto might as well be a suer man
You can't comprehend unless you been were I been
Down the yellow brick road but it's just a dead end
I've got the ghetto blues and it's all bad news
So you wouldn't want to be in my shoes……
Cause I ain't got sh** to lose
It's like he was chosen from god
Makes me wonder how achieving going
The extermination of the Negro people (X2)
Soul is dead, Losing my head
A cardboard box has replaced my bed
I wish I was dead although it would never come true
I'm forced to live in this hell right along with you
Mamma said there would be days when I felt like this
To many pressures of the world make me slit my wrist
I can't deal with this cause my life's a b**h
Seems I'm all alone in this hell called home
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
I just wish I had my piece of the American dream
But America's pie was not meant for I
It makes no séance to try cause I was born to die
Who the hell am I, Who's the man in the mirror
The scenario's the same but the picture is no clearer
I see my choices I her some voices on my head
No matter what I choose……
I ain't got sh** to lose.
It's like he was chosen from god
Makes me wonder how achieving going
The extermination of the Negro people