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Don't Call Me A Nigga
Black Prince
Dont call me a nigga...
i say it as i dust off my two cents laying on the floor
picking up those two pennies lookin like my soul
whether bold or in hiding, smoking crack or fighting
takin pride in the fact i can ride till i die
smiling, and when im not,still shining because i am black
trapped where poverty is a hobby, job, and way of being
laughed at the g's seeing that they aint gangsta like me
i might be, slightly off my rocker like John
but my mindstate is untouchable
still wondering why my family wasn't like the huxtables
i mean i know that an apartment is most folks brick house
and if a shorty is a brick house, she can suck dick like a muthafucka
but i demand you dont call ME a nigga
for keepin it real, around hood sprinters who run blocks
and the true ballers wet with a glock instead of a jumpshot
run up on you like "where you from oc?" colors and crews
towns and signs i swear to someone i dont believe in i've seen my death a thousand times
40's and fronts, bitches and blunts, desserts on trucks and desert eagles that pump
where basketball courts make bench warmers of the feeblest thugs
where the innocent pick up bids is where i dropped my cents, or is it sense?
either way its intense, grown men running from stickup kids
pigs look the other way as my mother falls and takes another stray
brothers deliver MAD harm, touch you if you rockin white tees or phat farm
what would you do-fam, stay true-can you say "dont worry i got my crew man?"
i say this to say dont call me a nigga because im a hue-man
ain't nothin new and it definitely ain't nothin stoppin them
if the new plantation's the penitentiary, im still waitin for the next cotton gin
while the world is crackin up cause we got raised weapons and we wet it
because we forever dying thanks to crack, them SAME weapons, and the Aids epidemic
back in the day Temptations went from ya pops singin a melody to that shorty Melody
u tryna stare through her skirt, irkin you cause of the shit you'll never see
but another probably will when Melody thinks it's cool
until she's forced to drop out of school due to her swollen belly
in my memory peddling bicycles, 10 cent icicles, and house parties
shorties who willin to try anything, if i missed a nerve then im sorry
triggers lean back like a single, poppin like pringle tops, every single shot
i feel burned in my dreams, as my world burn at the seams
it's a lot of dreamers but more sleepers, we've become bed slaves
you may be nappy and happy but in America we're taught to dread braids
and i feel bad because i am and it hurts to say that
but when they see you, they're sick from your timbs to your wave cap
i'm outspoken i dare you to act coward
censored like a CD where the omit the phrase "black power"
react NOW because i know i couldn't have stuttered or missed ya
where kids thinkin kin when Chuck D say "Brothas and Sistas"
niggas caught in the block servin white and the powder
now we fighting our own instead of fighting the power
and its funny cause i said the shit a few times and if i had to figure
anything to call me i would have to say a nigga
semi-ignorant thinkin revenge when i say i got a nigga's back
remember when weed and beads was a niggas crack?
now its koolaid and coke who woulda figured that?
and we got bigger dreams so lookout for them block jews
who livin on wax,and watchin blaxploitation at Madea's Family Reunion, Cookouts and Barbershops 2
pardon me if you consider us black people a race of faces
disgraced wit triggers all of whom is doin things killas do
just know you cant say the shit around me if u white even if u my nigga too
flowin nigga spirituals, droppin nigga words, added with nigganometry
i could say nigga and each time it could amass the national debt
and plummet the economy, nigga ways, where niggas lie in nigga graves
little nigga girls, raised alongside little nigga gays
and nigga men, nigga boys, niggas, and niggarettes
nigga toys, like heinekens and menthol ciggarettes
nigga techs, niggabites, give me a lending
hand as i end with a dont call me a nigga ending
to black, white, brown, yellow, every figured face
you fallin behind but this aint even about the nigga race
just a nigga's rants and some nigga thoughts from a nigga's head
now you know what not to call me, just listen to what this nigga said
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