Preme - Talking To White Folks lyrics

"People ask me why I say the sh** I say in front of white folks As if the things I say should just remain with me and my folks But why folks Be thinking my communication's harsh When sentences they say have n***as locked behind them bars And stories they be telling and be publishing in books Will turn around and make f**ing saint out of a crook And faces that I look at doing crime ain't just like mine But you won't get that picture if you stay inside the lines And so I stay inside a mind dividing time on either side of truth and lies Because we're meant to scrutinize. Who decides who we get euthanized by? Not shootings, drive bys Or “black-on-black crime,” I'm wondering ‘bout them white lies That they be telling you and I ‘bout you and I in U-N-I- Versities so verses be the the truest kind. I'm looking for congruent minds to match my wits with When truth get hard, they nitpick But I ain't trying to argue with no nitwit [Hook] So you can go tell ‘em I said it. I meant it. I'll tell ‘em myself if they willing to hear it [I ain't running away from my words Just make sure I said what you heard.] You can go tell ‘em I said it. I meant it. I'll tell ‘em myself if they willing to hear it [I don't care it you're feeling disturbed Or that you feel it's absurd.] You can go tell ‘em I said it. I meant it. I'll tell ‘em myself if they willing to hear it [If my word is my bond I gotta be certain that I'm Observant and working with mine.] You can go tell ‘em I said it I meant it I'll tell ‘em myself [2] I don't need another February. Seldom, very rarely, next to never Should you put the education ‘bout your greatness on oppressors So what he has to teach you Comes more from how he treats you And not just when he need you or your people I peep bull It's all beef And I don't have no cares ‘bout what they call me I'm all me And for that, I'm not sorry So hard we work to hardly herd the heart that hurts the hardly heard And we're disturbed By how often that pot is stirred So when they turn and say it's race bait when I'm calling out race hate I keep on talking. I ain't trying to placate Or waste space trying to debate the hate haters create with its creator I make haste. Lying ain't got no place in my relations So statements ain't offending me Nor is your opinion of me It's more or less the the moral-less supremacy Since people have them tendencies from coming through this system we call living I guess they think that sh** should be forgiven. It ain't [Hook] So you can go tell ‘em I said it. I meant it. I'll tell ‘em myself if they willing to hear it [I ain't running away from my words Just make sure I said what you heard.] You can go tell ‘em I said it. I meant it. I'll tell ‘em myself if they willing to hear it [I don't care it you're feeling disturbed Or that you feel it's absurd.] You can go tell ‘em I said it. I meant it. I'll tell ‘em myself if they willing to hear it [If my word is my bond I gotta be certain that I'm Observant and working with mine.] You can go tell ‘em I said it I meant it I'll tell ‘em myself [3] I don't want you to do me no favors I don't want you to do me no solids I don't want you to teach me your hatred I don't want to be ruled by your scholars I don't want to be seen as your problem My problem is what you created Then you framed it as if it was me Insisted that you should debate it I take it as kind of a compliment That I often get the blame for the sh** that I cannot control But if we discuss it, it's really insulting I come from the people whose land that you stole Bodies you took. And I can't trust a guy who's a crook With a view that denies me a look And then puts it inside of a book that they teach me to read, if they do It's to treat me like I should be shook And that's only the half I'll travel the loneliest path Doing felonious math Erroneous, maybe, but these are the stakes: the baloney you gave me Is created from wrongs that have made me The man that you hate, see? But it ain't me... So it can't be That American Dream seems like hell of a scheme And it's deep…'cause in order to dream, then you gotta be sleep And what am I, but a guy interrupting the lullaby? And if that don't work. So what, I try [Hook] So you can go tell ‘em I said it. I meant it. I'll tell ‘em myself if they willing to hear it [I ain't running away from my words Just make sure I said what you heard.] You can go tell ‘em I said it. I meant it. I'll tell ‘em myself if they willing to hear it [I don't care it you're feeling disturbed Or that you feel it's absurd.] You can go tell ‘em I said it. I meant it. I'll tell ‘em myself if they willing to hear it [If my word is my bond I gotta be certain that I'm Observant and working with mine.] You can go tell ‘em I said it I meant it I'll tell ‘em myself [Outro: E. Dunlap] Y'all remember that story about Issey? Old Sawney's daughter? You know, they say she tried to burn down the plantation house sh**... I wish she had've done that sh** And you can tell ‘em I said it... ‘cause I did."