Sha Stimuli - Coast 2 Coast Weekly 11 lyrics

[Intro] [Sha Stimuli talking]: A lot of us witnessed history on January 20th. As I watched it I had...I had thoughts like... [Verse]: My president is black and white My girlfriend is a dollar sign Everybody's acting like the world turned color blind I just lost my appetite, watching people shuck and jive Maybe I'm too f**ing tight, I should really want to cry I should feel like I could fly, but instead I feel like I Shouldn't have to wait for inaugaration to touch the sky It's so sad So many years we were stuck behind And that goes for all people and they say we're all equal But we know that's not the truth They kept changing the Constition and kept hoping they'd find solutions So n***as could stop producing I don't know if I'm helping by trying to congure music To serve as my contribution to stopping hip hop pollution And stop the shooting and gang violence and beatings Momma said that they called the police or maybe I'm dreaming But Martin had dreams too It's my time The difference is mine rhyme I wrote a song a year ago before the bandwagon started Before the people gather up on the yard They said I was retarded, it was called 'Black President' And it came from my heart I knew he might be a target but still he touched us regardless I saw the faces with inspiration, the cold bodies shaking The grandmothers that lived through Jim Crow legislation sh** I can't imagine standing there in they place But I won't get happy, I refuse to be just glad and conplacent Everybody wants to holler "change" At the same time we getting nervous about the Stock Exchange Holding onto pocket change sh** is getting clearer while you focus on your fears I'm steady looking in the mirror trying to figure out what I can change My president is colored My church was in my crib I guess my Reverend's my mother But more melanin could suffer Heard some young kids chatting, said they wish they wasn't black And I was pissed for a second, I was mad at they parents I was mad I was listening, I was mad I was caring I was angry that my name wasn't Juelz Santana Or somebody they would honor if I pulled up in a Phantom They would hear me when I'm speaking And when I'm spitting and when I'm rapping And you wonder why I'm mad at the Earth I'm mad at my birth I should have come later It'd be popping it, it'd be time I'd be younger, I'd be hotter, I'd be stupid Never mind