[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' they some niggas too The difference is they got white Cops will me but I doubt that they kill 'em too This ain't a or a jab But I'm feeling kinda mad they treated like a villain too His weed is good as mine, his gun bigger than And he motherfucking too Now if my color make you me then I hope you go blind And can't see what children do Now that kinda harsh But you would feel I feel if you had black children too Racism make you sayin' and I shoulda have man Sittin' there the sick face A dickface, you a And what you gonna to with all the people from a mixed America is a place (you know) But we it to be good This is big city talk that we worldwide Coming from a nigga coming out a poor hood, ghost
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[Verse 2: Talib of a brown guy Travel the would with the name of a Muslim man Now there are some up- and downsides The downside is niggas get their spinal cord shattered in police I a Muslim but my friends is Grew up Christian now I'm spiritual I know it's 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 colorblind and you like Like some kind of call like you can't get punched in the face, huh That's why the Hindus and the Sikhs being by Islamophobes Extremism is ugly no what or where People who believe in god kill all the time The more violent than the Quran, you see what's in there? no belief system got a monopoly on all the crime I judge a man by his actions and by his But they show themselves without a good reason This ain't a TV show, They think they know the hood cause they The Wire, the good seasons I don't need your I don't need your your opinion is not required here That's why you're hidin' on the 'Cause all that 'Nigga'-shit you're writin' will probably get you fired, up, too