V1
From da beginning, of goshdamn tyme,
us blak folx, had it rough,
being sold, by our own people,
shared of whitez, wit dey gunz....
Where dey tell us, 2 all forget,
our history, n da past,
so dey can tell us, dat we aint shyt,
n we aint neva did jack...
N how da hell, can all da gayz,
claim we in, da same struggle,
n da police,wanna kill my ass,
kuz i cant,hide my color....
Being told,not 2 all forget,
our history,n da past,
so dey can tell us,dat we aint shyt,
n we aint neva did jack...
N how da hell,can all da gayz,
claim we in,da same struggle,
n da police,wanna kill my ass,
kuz i cant, hide my color....
Being told,not 2 date white chix,
growing up, n da ghetto,
n puttn da O.J,Simpson trial,
out on every, news channel....
Im tryna know,if God hates me,
kuz i was born, being blakk,
n white folx,neva get prosecuted,
4 shootn kidz, n da bakk.....
Where dey aint tryna,rehabilitate us,
s.a's & blaxx,n da pen,
but ratha see us, pickn up shanx,
2 do our own, people in.....
As i witness, da government,
brainwash, all my people,
2 turn into, some unkle tomz,
everywhere, n da system.....
Still seeing kidz, n poverty,
going around, wit no clothez,
kuz dictatorz, n dey own country,
need 2 be kapped, n dey dome....

V2
Facen obstruction, of justice charges,
4 not given, a funk,
about som foolz, hi-jackn planez,
tryna blow us all up. . . .
Haven 2 watch, my people starve,
n a desert, dry land,
not haven curez, 4 no diseases,
wipen dem out, like da plague. . . .
Haven 2 eat, all my vegetablez,
bekuz my momz, say it healthy,
seeing nobody, wanna donate goodz,
2 afrika, when dey wealthy. . . .
N all da women, around da world,
is all lookn, 4 fame,
braggn about, what dey got on facebook,
n dis material land. . . .
Blamen men, 4 gettn dem pregnant,
tryna trap, all deze ballaz,
scared 2 pop, birth control pillz,
but run 2 clubz, 2 pop mollyz. . . .
Seeing mo chix, turn lesbianz,
bekuz da world, we live in,
oppressn dem, 4 all deze yearz,
now dey want, 2 be men. . . .
Haven a open-mind, wit people,
tell me, dey adopted,
who grow up, confused as hell,
befo dey come, out da closet. . . .
Seeing parole, who alwayz lying,
2 keep us lockd, up n prison,
so a hustla, like me remainz,
under adult supervision. . . .

V3
Thinkn of why, dis shyt messdup
n deze foolz, wana blast me,
kuzi made it, up out da slumz,
maken deze frex, do da nasty. . . .
Seeing how rap, has influenced,
everyone, n da world,
2 wanna be, on som hip-hop shyt
2 represent, where dey from. . . .
As immigrantz, be gettn mad,
dey cant live, n dis kountry,
where everyday, da crooked pigz
be tryna lock up, my hommyz . . . .
Hearn kidz, on da playground,
calln other kidz, nigger,
kuz dey parentz, told dem 2hate
sayn we all, dope dealaz. . . .
When i hearem, chant racialslur
at my peepz, playn soccer,
n dey want me, 2 win 4 teamz,
dat i know, doesnt like us. . .
I know people, not gonna like,
dat im spittn, da truth,
calln da pigz, on me hangn out,
wit my geez, smoken fruitz. . . .
Telln dey friendz, we da reason
dat everything, is messd up,
siden wit whitez, aganstus blax
kuz dey think, we all scumm. . . .
Watchn out, 4 da crooked pigz,
kuz dey know, im a hustla,
always komen, around my hood,
tryna pop me, on cornaz. . . .

Chorus:
Kursed since birth, n dis ghetto slumz,
waken up, wit no food,
liven n a world, full of hate & violence,
everyday, on da newz...
Not hearn people, donate dey money,
2 deze 3rd world kountryz,
until som natural disaterz happen,
is when dey all, aktn funny....

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