Cause I'm Black

I'm Black, been a greasy kid

I'm better off sayin nigga like Eazy did

Mike Vick bought a pit', now he goin to jail

He ain't have a license to shoot a dead duck or quail

Did the pigs have a license when they shot Sean Bell?

Now hell is a place we live

Cause the race we is, I mean race we are

Too cold for this cop to have our face on the car

It ain't candy so I don't want a taste of the bars

Ain't a ball game, I don't wanna sit at the court

Do a long bid, I don't wanna give that a (Thought)

But I'm +Black+ and people in jail is most my color

What up black cop? Every brother ain't no brother

I'm a have-not, grandma's grandma suffered

You just mad we hustled right out of the struggle

Let it rain nigga, we gon' dance out in the puddles

What?

Looking back over my false dreams that I once knew

Wondering why my dreams never came true

Something is holding me back, ohhh-ohhh

Is it because I'm Black? Yeah...

Uhh, yeah

They say payback's a motherfuckin nigga, that explains why I'm

sick of gettin treated like a goddamn step-child

Livin like a {?} I'm an exile

Gotta climb out of my skin, just like a reptile

Born where the feds file, them suits and neckties

Operatin under the cold, live and let die

I'm tryin to break free of the hole

But five out of ten brothers gon' see a parole

Who this system fail with Mychal Bell, might as well be Sean

Fat cats picnickin on the White House lawn

And it's only ten percent in the hood, where health benefits

Genocide, Jena 6, guilty 'til we innocent

Citizens, listenin to government smooth talk

Take, one step forward and do the moonwalk

back, give me the Peace Prize like Al Gore's

I got a mind like Malcolm X, how 'bout yours?

C'mon

Struggle lives on and it tire on

Imus should've never been fired, just fired on

Not with a gun, hit him up with a water hose

Got some nerve to call a black man's daughter hoe

Whoever put the nooses up, we oughta slaughter those

Klan in the precinct, where did the order go?

Klan in the schools too, where should my daughter go?

Where should my son go? Let me know what {?} is hung fo'

I'm too Black to not dream like Martin did

Die like Malcolm, a martyr to be part of it

Came from the ghetto, you know the heart of it

We just want it finished and, we ain't even started it