Luyện nghe bài hát Black Stacey

I to hump my pillow at night
The type of silent prayer to make myself for the light
Me and my cousin would rank the girls between one and ten
And the number got to be my pillows pretend
Now I apologize to every ranker
But you taught me how to dream and so I thank you
I had the courage to approach you at school
We joked around a lot and I know you I dressed cool

But I was just coverin' up all the insecurities that came up
My complexion had me in an emotional rut
Like the time you flaved me
And you me "Yo chuck"
They say, "You're too black", man I think I'm too
Mom do you think I'm too
I I'm too black, I think I'm too black
I I'm too black, black, black, black, black

Back Stacey, called me, "Black Stacey"
I never got to be 'cause to myself
I always was, Black Stacey, in polka and Paisley
A double goose and Bally shoes, you thought it phase me
I was black the preachers' son from Haiti
Who a lot and always got the dance steps at the party
I was black
You thought it wouldn't phase me, but it did 'cause I was a kid

I to use bleachin' creme
'Til C.J. Walker walked into my dreams
I dreamt of bein' and complimented by you
But the only shiny black thing that you liked was my
Now, I for bottlin' up
All the things you said that warped my head and my gut
Even though I told you not to
about the fact that your great grand
Mother was raped by her slave

Yeah, I militant too
So it was clear on every level I was blacker you
I turned you on to X and
Assata Shakur in the three quarter elephant goose the fur
I had the high top with the steps on the side
I had the two finger ring, rag top on the
I had the skin, name
Belt, Lee suit, Kangol, acid wash Vasco, and waffle

Back Stacey, called me, "Black Stacey"
I never got to be 'cause to myself
I always was, Black Stacey, in dots and Paisley
A double goose and shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me
I was black the preachers' son from Haiti
Who rhymed a lot and always got the steps at the party
I was black
You thought it wouldn't me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid

Stic 'em, 'em
'em, stic 'em
say, "I'm too black"
say, "I'm too black"
we go

Now a little message for you, all you baller playa's got
insecurities too, that you could cover up, bling it up
Cash in and ching ching it up, no
One will bring it up, it down and string it up
Or you can share your essence with us, 'cause everything about you Couldn't be rugged and ruff and even you tote a
Glock and hot on the streets
If you dare to share your heart, nod our heart to it's beat

And you should do that, if else, to prove that
A player like you could keep it and true
Don't mean to call your bluff but, mothafucka that's I do
You got platinum chain then, son, I'm talkin' to you
And you can call your gang, your posse and the rest of crew
And you're at it get them addicts and the indigent too
I plan to have a whole army by the time I'm through
To load their guns with songs they haven't

Like Stacey, they called me, "Black Stacey"
I never got to be myself to myself
I was, Black Stacey, in polka dots and Paisley
A double goose and Bally shoes, you it wouldn't phase me
I was Stacey the preachers' son from Haiti
Who a lot and always got the dance steps at the party
I was black
You thought it wouldn't phase me, but it did I was just a kid

Stacey, they called me, "Black Stacey"
I got to be myself 'cause to myself
I was, Black Stacey, they called me Black Stacey
Aah Stacey, ooh Black Stacey
Move Stacey, groove Black Stacey
Shake Black Stacey, make Stacey
No not I