Emerson Windy - Black America lyrics

(narration) "The number of educational a**istants that will be back in September has Gone down and that has some parents worried that students won't be getting The attention they need" "We're going to continue the notes from yesterday…." "Thirteen year old Sharell Reeds says she likes her 8th grade History Teacher Mr. Midding but isn't sure how long he'll be around. Mr. Midding is The 10th person to teach this cla** since school started in September. Ten Teachers in six months. Many of them weren't there long enough to learn the Children's names." "We don't have to go in a rent sh**, we got our own housing, we got our own Cars, we got our own hoes, we got our own clothes. You know, that's Simple…new car new house..kids get to go to school, private school paid For courtesy of the mob" Verse One What's wrong with Black America We teach our kids to want a big ole cars Big ole rims, loud stereo They fall into a stereotype That n***a ball but barely read or write Know right from wrong but wanna get on (whoop) Black house that be a mama, No damn daddy, barely keep the lights on Make forty thou as a school teacher f** wishing upon a star They educated They get hit with a bill for a quarter mill You trippin' my n***a They teachin' kids, I think you should pay 'em mo Cause them crack dealers got big bank roll What I tell my kids Wanna be a President like Obama Or to be a DJ, like Drama Packin' they Don Cannon The money only thing that makes sense I'm affiliated My role models was Tupac, P and Papa Yes lord As I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord my soul to keep If I should die before i wake I'ma leave my n***a my extra weight I'ma leave the homie my extra d** And all the phone numbers to all the plugs Should I go to school or should I sell d**? That's life in Black America (narration) "I don't know…we don't count what we spend, but we know we spend a lot. You know what I mean..so we gonna count this money. If it ain't Benjamin or Franklin or Benjamin Franklin…we paid…. I ain't carry that" Don't' go broke too quick Ya dig You know that that Don't' go broke too quick Next month motherf**er gonna be cryin, need to pay my rent, b**h you just Had six thousand dollars" (street life is cutthroat) Verse 2 Street life is cut throat If you a real n***a, sell dope You don't go to school, you dropout And if you step up, you get knocked out Priority? n***a what's that? I'ma buy my baby some Baby Jordans f** paying bills, this more important I'm chill all day with my n***as, smoking On section eight? Don't worry, things gonna be straight in a hurry I'ma rob steal, k** a motherf**er I drink all day cause my vision blurry The funny thing when my n***a come home from the penn We all celebrate But a n***a come home with a four year degree we don't give a f** Cause that n***a's fake and that's real My n***a, look at what we teach our kids Rims, j**elry, rims, j**elry, rims, rims My n***a, look at what we teach our youth Gold chain, k** a n***a, gold chain, damn I remember when my favorite rapper said f** school n***a, bang with me f** a job n***a, bang with me f** jail n***a, bang with me That's life in Black America That's life in Black America That's life in Black America That's life in Black America Life in Black America (narration) "I love my city, I love my n***as no matter how gritty you is" "Just see getting shot and living was more for my ego, that was more for my Image, I could, now I could walk around like Superman" "They show off their scars the way war veterans display Purple Hearts" "I'm used to this gang banging sh**.. I'm used to this street sh**" "These n***as hoods ain't dangerous than mine" "Gang members like Little J and his crew smoke kush every day" "Grade A Kush…we smoke so much of this Kush it should be against the law" "He'll end up dead or in prison" Verse 3 Dead, in jail or alive come on my n***a it's showtime f** them n***as on the other side of town Better grab that pump cause it's go time No rappers, actors or ball players We a bunch or real n***as trying to ball, player Flaunt that sh** my hood my n***a, they gone come in and take it all player No stall player Right now hey, wish a n***a make my day f** 401k, that don't mean sh** My n***as roll around deep with an Ak all day Better watch out for them sharks, cause they be swimming Cops come round this motherf**a every time real n***a like me start Winnin' They don't care if I'm k**in', they just care if I'm shippin' They don't care if I'm k**in' Long as it's another black man With another strap man I could shoot the n***a dead and keep dippin' Genocide and d**h Is we gonna shoot til there's no one left Sad that we gotta shoot another black man For some street cred and some hood respect My favorite rapper said f** school n***a, bang with me f** a job n***a, bang with me f** jail n***a, bang with me That's life in Black America That's life in Black America That's life in Black America That's life in Black America Life in Black America Crack dealer got big bank roll, My teacher, got no bank roll Look at what we teach our kids Rims, j**elry, rims, j**elry, rims, rims (narration) "it's was my little brother, it was like the other half of my heart and he Gone now"