Black Boy

Black boy (Hook) Last night Night before 24 robbers at my door I got up and let em in Hit em in the head with a rolling pin (Verse 1) What does it mean to be a black kid? Hundreds of explanations scribbled on my napkin At the same diner all of these leaders sat in If king were still alive I wonder what I’d ask him I’d probably ask if he was good at basketball… Or I might inquire if he’d still appeal to blacks at all Err… I don’t know man he just might But we don’t hear positivity we just hear spite Why do we hate our own just because their skins lighter? Why do we mean “smarter” when we say “whiter”? Why do need Ebonics please? The words cut me deep so I bleed sonically They don’t hear it, less it deals with pulling triggers Like “man I kill niggas… niggas” That was a punch line… not a repetition Find yourself man… set your own position (Hook) (Verse 2) Gucci grabber, Louis Snatcher Young African booty scratcher Maybe die in movies faster Someone tell me what we stand for Eating the food we stamped for One in a million see Stanford Answer to the newly pampered In the form of hoochie dancers Is that what we are? Is that where we are? Regurgitating what we see on tv man are we dvr? Black man come in saying fuck these niggas Then his young insecure daughter follow through with it Black boy black boy better pic your naps boy Better sling these raps boy singing of these traps boy Even if you aint a hood rat you still found wanting cheese Cause your older brother say you aint got none of these Nuts aint it…. Would you still have an identity if you were unpainted? Book in your hand, invisible man look inside the mirror Now turn the lights off, can you see you any clearer? (Closing Words) Am I black boy? Or a star that is in disguise Look in my eyes, you’ll see the son rise as the sun rise However misguided, this guy did illuminate across the night skies The sky did close its eyelid as I lit I hit a sore note sordid as only I can hear Sorrow as a swallow sings at its cage let me free My skin sings the same song howling let me be I am what I am, will you see what you see? A flesh and blood human being Come complete with thoughts, hopes, and dreams Wake up, King had his dream Parks had her seat E had his team Robinson had his cleats Is race only an issue because of these feats? Wake up… You’re a king And you’re living the dream