Everytime a n***a rhyme
I hear Shaft's music
This is rap music
This that Hip Hop we love
Breaking
Bringing back music
That the old heads can ditty too
Graffiti heads taggin up the city
By committee
Crews…
Of MC'ing, Beatboxing, DJing
We was dodging them syringes in the park where we was playing
It was just another day in…
Black Ghetto America
Hands out when walking thru the store
Them people stare at us
When that tension was flaring' up
Even our teachers scared of us
Ask us what we need for us to thrive
But wasn't hearing us
Say Blacks is like crabs in bucket with they own kind
But buckets ain't where crabs belong
Let's talk about it…
They act blind
To Black grind
Pull back from where they clap nines
And close that blind eye until I hit em with these rap lines
I hit em with these facts
I'm…
A product of of Reganomics
The decade that saw our promise
Dwindle to where men go to lose their souls just to make a profit
I…
Was not immune to it
I was used to it
Used to seeing fiends using hall to get thru it
Liquor stores and pissy poors
Pops choose to ignore
Lived around the corner
Wondering how the hell does he not miss me more
An Accidentals train of thought
Pops was trying to get a nut
Moms was tryna keep him locked
I'll probably get a text message for airing out the story's plot
Well forgive me not
All aboard on my train of thought
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