David Banner - Malcom X (A Song To Me) lyrics

This grown men sh** I don't wanna teach 'em I don't wanna teach him how to sell, choppin', cook, yell All my baby rappers either dead or in jail I don't wanna teach 'em, I don't wanna teach 'em I don't wanna teach 'em, I don't wanna teach 'em Don't wanna teach these little girls to put their p**y on the pole And at the end of the night get that money off the floor I don't wanna teach 'em, I don't wanna teach 'em I don't wanna teach 'em, I don't wanna teach 'em What about Patrice, Malcolm he would be I don't want these kids to grow up and be me I don't wanna teach 'em I used to teach 'em 'Bout what? Knock 'em out Them p**y n***as never talk about Big dope, big weight We only sell to us, self hate Big gun, we only shootin' us Big pimpin', dumb f**s No revolution, they dead broke No history on black folks We f**ed up, y'all n***as know it These kids are our weight, me and Tony You ain't got keys, no bricks b**h boy n***as, no dicks And if you sellin' in the hood why you proud n***a? Them eye pokes, getting high n***a These our kids in real life You rappin' 'bout what could get them high I don't wanna teach him how to selll, choppin', cook, yell All my baby rappers either dead or in jail I don't wanna teach 'em, I don't wanna teach 'em I don't wanna teach 'em, I don't wanna teach 'em Don't wanna teach these little girls to put their p**y on the pole And at the end of the night get that money off the floor I don't wanna teach 'em, I don't wanna teach 'em I don't wanna teach 'em, I don't wanna teach 'em What about Patrice, Malcolm he would be I don't want these kids to grow up and be me I don't wanna teach 'em Certain rappers don't want beef This ain't 'bout y'all, it's about me My soul, our kids White folks, their dope and our cribs Big chains, big whips 'Round your neck and our wrist No bullsh**, no mystery, a man ain't sh** on this earth without history The only thing they gonna say about black folks We like to f** hoes and sell dope Shoot jump shots and run balls Take white money and give it right back at the mall Louis Vuitton, hate n***as Gucci hate n***as, Hilfiger been saying f** n***as Pardon me that I wouldn't cheat too But black folks the first to yell... I don't wanna teach him how to selll, choppin', cook, yell All my baby rappers either dead or in jail I don't wanna teach 'em, I don't wanna teach 'em I don't wanna teach 'em, I don't wanna teach 'em Don't wanna teach these little girls to put their p**y on the pole And at the end of the night get that money off the floor I don't wanna teach 'em, I don't wanna teach 'em I don't wanna teach 'em, I don't wanna teach 'em What about Patrice, Malcolm he would be I don't want these kids to grow up and be me