Sha Stimuli - Sticks and Stones lyrics

Verse 1 My daughter's first word was "b**h!" She said it kinda low Her moms got mad I said, "I'm glad it wasn't ho" Both of them are hurtful I know she don't even know She just heard some people saying it and we just let it go That's not a true story But it could be, I could be a father with dilemmas If I had a lil Emma or a Crystal or a Hollis or a Blue And she called herself a bad b**h When she was only two Am I a b**h n***a? My wife a n***a b**h? We was walking down the street, her backside kinda switched And this dude driving by with his crew inside the whip Yelled a phrase that I said in the past, it had me sick He said, "Yea I'm looking at your b**h a** n***a She got a fatty, what you gon do? b**h-a** n***a!" You know how many times I seen a thick a** chick with Her man walking by and thinking I could hit that quicker? I'm rude So when this dude said it I was stunned My girl was unaffected, I wished I had my gun I stood there for a second, she gave me a hug and as I watched them Drive off laughing I felt bugged Now back to you Your son says n***a and he's only six Your nine-year-old just called her teacher a b**h Kevin Hart says it, you don't even flinch Paula Deen says it, now you feel like Willie Lynch Who's Willie Lynch? This ain't a history lesson I'm not here to try to convince you, I just think it's depressing That when a rich n***a wants you and your n***a can't do nothing for you, these hoes ain't loyal, we sing with aggression it's like Chorus Sticks and stones break bones but Sticks and stones break bones but Sticks and stones break bones but Sticks and stones break bones but We be dying over words Verse 2 Words are sounds that we give extra strength The past that we lived makes our present tense Slavery made economic sense So when I use to say n***a I guess I was on the fence It's vital so I'm thankful for the cycle where my moms cramps Allowed her to give birth to my strong rants And now you seeing me leak my freedom of speech It's creepy that Drake can say n***a but his moms can't Maybe that's unfair Maybe what I'm saying is just going in one ear... And sliding out the other Words you call a random chick you wouldn't call your mother What if we replace the N-word with brother? Or king or beloved I just think I had enough of me riding the fence with it I'm getting intense with it, on songs they censor it We all so sensitive Chorus Jay-Z/Oprah interlude Beat switch Verse 3 I'm tired of saying n***a I'm tired of getting mad if somebody else says we n******gs I'm tired of trying to make up the rules so we can figure out if it's Ok for someone to say it I know Jay said it's cool if we use it, we changed it, I get it Racism's the issue, and the nation is dismissive And Kendrick came with the knowledge that its origin is royalty and hopefully we take the whole connotation and switch it But sometimes I hoop with Caucasians on the court And when I say, "You fouled me n***a!" I get caught Giving extra thought If he said it back then we probably would've fought It would be his fault I'm tired of seeing memes saying, "n***as be like" And "b**hes be like," It's a sickening sight But I always read 'em and sometimes I laugh The president's racial background's combined with half Of whiteness As I write this I find my path Being conflicted, like I'm curing the symptom and not the sickness Understand the an*logy Like you get rid of the sneeze Without attacking the allergy So the problems keep occurring when you treat 'em so casually And the brown people become a casualty Maybe I'm racist, prejudice kinda Cause I had a white girl offer head and vagina But we went to see Django, switched my whole angle Left the movie theater like, "You devil and liar I hate you"... I said, "I'm just playing," But maybe I'm for real a little I'm just saying You want something serious, this is a dumb statement But my family would throw me up under the bus station The old heads, aunts and uncles would call me stupid And my black friends would throw mad shade Shade is useless Since you're pale girl, you need the sun, I'm being foolish Look, I promise I don't care about them, but see the music That we listen to it's filled with stereotypes If I play "n***as in Paris" and you hear it, get hype And say, "I love this song!" and you spit it precise But you can't say the title, if you did I'd be tight I can't marry you, I'm scared of you, and shawty I am brave How can we watch The Help or Twelve Years a Slave? Without me wanting to hit you I promise you I got issues maybe I just really need to be saved pray for me Chorus