N!GGER MORTIS Watermelon-eatin'
Future felons feeding African daughters seeds
That they refuse to spit out
9 months equals 20 to life
So we're suicidal by the third trimester of the sentence
Euthanized youths carry misguided mindsets in their handguns
That fire stray rounds till empty
Then throw away the clips
Why do we get orgasms off getting money
But when the cash ain't coming like it used to
We say we're getting fucked...
Those who fail history are doomed to repeat it
So I guess Martin and Malcolm missed a lot of classes
Because we're on the bottom rung of the social ladder
Trying to walk under it
I guess that murder charge is seven-years' bad luck
Superstitious project women play lotto
Waiting for salvation to come
While failed prophets sit on rusty crates outside of bodegas
Paperbags masking their poison
And toast in a gentlemen's way to a time lost
And a future never coming...
They say we're lazy
I say lazy understates we
Under state oppression
And state correctional facilities
We feel that we are being bugged
Because we're parasites hiking a ride off affirmative action
We have them ticked...
For lack of trying
Our shoes are laced to run and lose this human race
Run to paper chase
Instead of walking across a stage to get one
Pursue perfection like a patriot
Randy Moss running for money
Obama running for office
Kinte ran for freedom from massa'
After all, we all have an Achilles' heel,
except for Kunta,
who had one foot
that's why these soul singers sang about hopping on the good foot
So Kunta would move with two left feet
The subliminal message revealed
To the the generations down the line
But I guess we're just too hard-headed for tryin'
I'm dropping science like a frustrated newbie in college
Due to economic decimals dropping
Dudes are doing the tango with robbing
Cracking crack rocks
To crack safe boxes
Crooked cracker cops have to knock at the doors of the have-nots
But that's not
An explanation to the behavior of the modern nigger
oppression or self-expression ain't in the equation
This crooked math they got us doing
Trying to use a calculator through it
But Crispus Attucks took a gunshot to land upon an abacus
They have us trapped in us
And make us blame society
Becuase to look in internal mirrors and see ourselves
Makes pictures clearer
All the WIC Checks
All the disrespect
All the lifted tek-9s
The petty crimes recorded on discotheques
To clever beats
Ain't telling me shit
Intelligence is self-awareness
So I know a change lies within changing myself
Not blaming myself
But realizing why I'm in the position that I'm in
The hand I'm dealt I don't have to discard
Just play it right
Changing lives starts inside your self
Gotta look inside the wealth to see
That the money's infectious disease
That hustling for the American Dream and the party life
is abusing the same substance that offs your light
You gotta know that weed you smoke
Burns your lungs and turns your tongue and teeth into money-green
My cousin fiends
Because he sees the Jordans
All one-hundred and fifty three
So that's all he'll ever live to be--
Statistically.
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