Hypnotic Bra** Ensemble - Young Black Intelligent (Y.B.I.) lyrics

[Produced by KIC Beats] [Verse 1: Masta Ace] Young black intelligent, this is not a first But it feels like it's curse and it weighs like a elephant Heavy on my mind cause I feel so irrelevant Heavy on my heart it's like I'm smart for the hell of it Heavy on my soul, it's our stroll through the Ville again Strangers on this island, feel like I'm Gilligan Friends got jailed and then they got bailed Stress that I'm under, I just wonder when they k** again Please understand that I'm living in the concrete Jungle where I stumble is the crumble under my feet In the building lobby, see my man Bobby Puffing on a joint that's the point where our eyes meet Asked what's the way on the books on my knapsack He's so amused, I'm confused why he asked that Then I understand the motif and the plan He's trying to be the man while I stand getting laughed at Dudes got jokes but very little hopes That's why they trying to bring me down like a halfback But I got balanced, my mind's made of promise If I get the grades, I'll be praised like Thomas Clarence; but I don't know of laws in my future Cops in the war and they'll sure try to shoot ya All I wanna do is get a B in geometry Lose my virginity and live my life drama free; sing [Chorus: Pav Bundy & Masta Ace] As I sit and count these clouds I so hope my ma is proud of me Why be I? - why be I? Why be me? - why be me? If I fly - if I fly They gon' see - they gon' see I might die - I might die But I'll be free - but I'll be free So why be I? why be I? Why be me? - why be me? Young Black Intelligent (x7) Young Black... [Verse 2: Masta Ace] Penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your dreams A dime for your goals and a quarter in your jeans Trying to make a dollar outta forty-one cents Caught up in the barbed wire, shorty on the fence I can be a knife-packing, gun-toting hooligan But I can't decide so I'm on my way to school again On my way to duel again, me against the world But all I can think about is me against a girl Youth full of exuberance, busting out the scenes Look at all the other kids cussing at the deans Looking at all the other kids cutting 8th period But I'm on a team and my coach won't hear of it This wall aware of it, I ain't getting pinched Y'all dummies go ahead I ain't getting benched Whole lot of right and a little bit of wrong And everything you work for? Gone [Chorus: Pav Bundy & Masta Ace] As I sit and count these clouds I so hope my ma is proud of me Why be I? - why be I? Why be me? - why be me? If I fly - if I fly They gon' see - they gon' see I might die - I might die But I'll be free - but I'll be free So why be I? why be I? Why be me? - why be me? Young Black Intelligent (x7) Young Black...