[Verse 1]
I was told, cause I didn't witness the whole act
In and out was the movement of the bozack
It was hot and sweaty and lots of pushin'
Then the nut came gushin'
And it was hell trying to bail to the ovary
With nothing but the Lord lookin over me
I was white with a tail
But when I reached the finish line, young black male!
One cell made two, and two cells made fo'
And so on, so now I'm a embryo
Then I got a hunch
That I'mma be on lockdown, for nine months
Chillin', with my mother to guide me
And nuttin' but a stomach to hide me
From all that worry and bullsh**
Nine months later, I elbow pull and kick
Cause my time is up and I don't care
With one big push, I'm outta there
June 15th, it's just my luck
In 1969, a n***a is the product
"Ghetto a** n***a, you ain't sh**
And you ain't gon' never be sh**!"
[Verse 2]
I learned how to walk and talk and all that
They put me in school, but it don't matter
Cause I'm sitting in history
Learning bout a s**er, who didn't give a f** about me
They try to shape us
But I know Uncle Sam is a motherf**ing rapist
So I stopped paying attention
Ice Cube, headed, straight to detention
f** that sh**, I roam the hallways
I'm sent home and I don't got all A's
A high school dropout
My father had beef so I tried to knock pops out
But I got tossed, he's the boss
I'm out of there and mad cause I lost
Now being on my own is a factor
So I become, the neighborhood jacker
Gimme your car, run your j**els
Making a living robbing fools
And if I let my nine rang out
You know, it'll make your brains hang out
So what's your fate?
Am I the n***a you love, or the one you love to hate?
The wrong answer is said, the n***a fled
I pump lead, now he's in a puddle of red
And if you got a buck, you're sh** out of luck
Stuck up by the motherf**ing product
"Uh-uh motherf**er you gots to get a job
If you wanna stay in my motherf**in house"
"Many young men reject the traditional values
That are important to their parents
Church, school and family
Have been replaced by street, turf, and gang."
[Verse 3]
Twenty-one now, and paid in full
Feeling bad, from all the sh** I pulled
On people back in the day
Plus, I got a little baby on the way
So I'm trying to go straight
I'm with my baby's momma, out on a date
Til the punk a** cops ran my plate
Now I'm on a bus upstate
"Oh, the young n***a done caught a case!"
"Eating in the mess hall, saying my grace" [LL Cool J]
Sent to a concrete ho-house
Where all the products go, no doubt
Yo momma, I gotta do eleven
Living in a five by seven
Dear baby, your man's getting worn out
Of seeing young boys getting they a**holes torn out
And then he got shanked with a spoon
And he was 'sposed to get out soon
Is it my fault, he was caught in production
Where a young black life means nothin
Just because, I didn't want to learn your grammar
You say I'm better off in the slammer
And it's driving me batty
Cause my little boy, is missing daddy
I'm ashamed, but the fact is
I wish pops let me off on the mattress
Or should I just hang from the top bunk
But that's going out like a punk
My life is fu*kED!
But it ain't my fault, cause I'm the motherf**ing product