(Verse1) You used to catch me on the block getting twisted man/ twisting up getting lifted man/ used to say that I would stay high till the day I kicked the can/ thank god foot had bad aim damn/ know uncle Sam want me on the lam caught up in a scam so he can use the battering ram on the doors of my fam/ though I’m just trying to survive the struggle/ crack juggle pack trouble bubble, in the hood we all/ aspire to Skip To My Lou street ball/ but so often we fall that aspiration needs a recall/ slaves to the dollar think it’s time I freed all/ think big when we small/ powerful to the powerless but to the powerful we have no power at all/ politicians fuck us then tag our names on the bathroom stall/ got a hundred million students but the class to small and I ask you all
(Chorus) Who you are is really nothing to who you could be but that’s just something you refuse to see
(verse2) See a black man run to the top, another black man trip him/ that’s why, I say of this white mans world I ain’t a victim/ I’m a victim of the black man ignorance to the set up of the system/ cause it ain’t hard to dodge the dagger old man impotent dick can’t rise up unless they keep feeding us Viagra/ they stop we drop and fall like Niagra/ left for the cops to beat up and drag ya/ tie you to the back of a truck like James Byrd Jr./ hang you from a tree and then laugh like silly coon ya/ but we could get better if we invest our fortune in a future rather than a fly chain or a sweater/ ya’ll can laugh like whatever indulge in pleasure blow your whole income tax on an Acura Integra/ living in your moms house sleeping on your moms couch playing play station conversating bout niggas hating and waiting
(Chorus) Who you are is really nothing to who you could be but that’s something that you refuse to see
(verse3) I sit and think whatever happened to them knights/ that got locked spending nights/ for fighting for civil rights/ like oh yeah forgot/ niggas got civil rights, stages, mic’s, and lights now they fights for the rights to be uncivil/ look and see no soldiers in the struggle/ just corporate snobs went after government with guns and they offered them jobs/ we’ve lost breath why save the life of a people when the cost death/ and all they do is cause stress/ this issue I address/ you care less unless a pistols pressed to your flesh/ and somebody shouting die nigger/ oh now you want to cry nigga so hard to show a picture to closed eye figure/ but I try and I/ try and a ya/ treat me like I’m tryna sell ya ice in the cold of Alaskan winter/ until them bullets poke holes in your center/ and end ya/ man I’m telling you
(chorus) Who you are is really nothing to who you could be but that’s something that you refuse to see
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