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