[Intro] [Man talking]: Black taxis and you had white taxis [Narrator speaking]: And Montgomery, like all of the south, had intestate buses like this one and in city buses. The whites sat in the front, the blacks in back. If more whites got on, the blacks had to give up them the middle and back seats too. On December 1st, 1955, Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat... [Chorus]: With all the things that done happened to us sh**, we still ride the back of the bus, it's so crazy Beat down, had our hands up in cuffs But yo we still ride the... [Verse One]: We wasn't there so it's hard for us to empathize King spoke at the march and had them energized Sometimes I feel like a martyr but yet I'm in disguise Tryin' to remind folks to take off they blindfolds Even when their off though, it's tough to see the past Wasn't really feelin' that stuff they teach in cla** Imagine someone given the right to beat your a** And you can't fight them back, all over white and black Right now, some still feel like they might attack If we get out of line and we made up our minds That it's all good now, got a holiday for brothers Got a whole lil' month celebratin' our skin color But do I give a f**, I be like, "n***a what?" I can't expect the days of old dawg, I'm tryin' to make this doe A 40 sack, 40 cal, swear that I can make it in the hood Nah Spike, I don't need 40 Acres n***a [Chorus]: With all the things that done happened to us sh**, we still ride the back of the bus, it's so crazy Beat down, had our hands up in cuffs But yo we still ride the bus, y'all don't see it I know the past doesn't matter to us But yo we still ride the back of the bus Who cares? If you a hardcore rapper that's tough Cause yo we still ride the back of the bus [Verse Two]: I don't really give two sh**s about Rosa Parks When I gotta walk around with Iron like Tony Starks And man I done weathered the storm like Noah's Ark f** sittin' in the front, I can sit where I want They couldn't have moved me if I was there in a chair I ain't never been scared and right now I don't care It don't matter to us My dude, we still on the back of the bus Late rent, run bad credit but I grab me a truck With rims, cause the public transport really s**s I always thought if I couldn't shoot baskets or dunk That I would never have cabbage to touch But now I'm rappin' for bucks Eatin' healthy, coppin' carrots/karats in bunches Big j**els, rockin' rapper that's plush I'm an arrogant fu*k But what goes around comes back And I know cause my truck broke down And I pawned my chains sh**, I read a few books that's been on my brain I even saw that Boycott movie I Googled a few speeches and them sh**'s kinda moved me I watched African American Live Peeped the Michael Moore flick on how they buryin' lies sh** See what I'm tryin' to get across Is that I thought that bein' aware was being soft And knowin' all that history sh** would throw me off Cause Civil War is still goin' on And we lost It's been a long ride It's been a long time for real I've been sittin' here, writtin' this rhyme Been a half hour, I done missed my stop But when it's all said and done I'm gonna get my spot I need doe, so while I'm stackin' it up I'm right here on the back of the bus Don't laugh I know I'm a rapper so what But yo I'm still on the back of the bus I'm gettin' off here