[Verse 1: P] I am a guy But don't call me nigga, Nigga please, you see that white boy, a nigga b Nigga a color, it's a mindstate, you diggin' me? not, I get it tho But all them white boys blowin' weed they niggas too The difference is they got privileges Cops will kill me but I doubt that kill 'em too This ain't a or a jab But I'm feeling mad they ain't treated like a villain too His weed is good as mine, his gun bigger mine And he chilling too Now if my color make you hate me I hope you go blind And can't see your children do Now that sound kinda But you would feel like I feel if you had black too Racism make you sayin' and I shoulda your man Sittin' with the sick face A dickface, you a And what you gonna to with all the from a mixed race is a sick place (you know) But we paint it to be This is big talk that we spreadin' worldwide Coming from a humble nigga out a poor hood, ghost
Styles P, Kweli, The Seven
[Verse 2: Talib of a brown guy Travel 'round the with the name of a Muslim man Now there are some up- and downsides The downside is niggas get their spinal shattered in police vans I a Muslim but my friends is Grew up Christian now I'm sorta spiritual I know cliché I see colors in the We it up, you see the gods mix it up like a DJ You say you're based on race, huh And that you're colorblind and you Hip-Hop Like that's some kind of call you can't get punched in the face, huh That's why the and the Sikhs being abused by Islamophobes Extremism is ugly no matter what or People who don't believe in god all the time The Bible more violent than the Quran, you see what's in Ain't no system got a monopoly on all the crime I a man by his actions and by his enemies But they don't show themselves a good reason ain't a TV show, nigga They think they know the hood they seen The Wire, the good seasons I don't need your I need your empathy your opinion is not required here That's why hidin' on the Internet 'Cause all that you're writin' will probably get you fired, yeah up, too