[Verse 1: P] I am a guy But don't me nigga, please please, you see that white boy, that's a nigga b Nigga ain't a color, a mindstate, you diggin' me? not, I get it tho But all them white boys blowin' weed some niggas too The difference is got white privileges Cops kill me but I doubt that they kill 'em too This ain't a or a jab But I'm feeling kinda mad they ain't treated a villain too His weed is good as mine, his gun bigger mine And he chilling too Now if my color make you me then I hope you go blind And can't see your children do Now that sound harsh But you feel like I feel if you had black children too Racism you sayin' and I shoulda have your man Sittin' with the sick face A dickface, you a And what you to with all the people from a mixed race America is a sick (you know) But we it to be good This is big city talk that we spreadin' Coming from a humble nigga out a poor hood, ghost
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[Verse 2: Kweli] of a brown guy Travel 'round the would with the name of a man Now there are some up- and downsides The is niggas get their spinal cord shattered in police vans I ain't a Muslim but my is Grew up Christian now I'm sorta spiritual I know cliché I see in the music We it up, you see the gods mix it up like a DJ You say hating based on race, huh And that you're and you like Hip-Hop Like that's some kind of call you can't get punched in the face, huh That's why the Hindus and the Sikhs being by Islamophobes Extremism is no matter what or where People who don't believe in god all the time The Bible violent than the Quran, you see what's in there? Ain't no system got a monopoly on all the crime I judge a man by his actions and by his But they don't show themselves without a reason ain't a TV show, nigga They think know the hood cause they seen The Wire, the good seasons I need your sympathy I don't need your empathy your opinion is not here That's why hidin' on the Internet 'Cause all that 'Nigga'-shit you're writin' will get you fired, yeah up, too