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I was told 'cause I didn't the whole act
In and out was the movement of the
It was hot and sweaty and lots of
Then the nut gushin'

And it was tryin' to bail to the ovary
nuttin' but the Lord lookin' over me
I was with a tail
But when I reached the finish line, black male

One cell made two and two made fo'
And so on so now I'm a
I got a hunch that I'ma be on lockdown, for nine months

Chillin' my mother to guide me
And nuttin' but a to hide me
From all worry and bullshit
Nine months later, I elbow and kick

'Cause my is up and I don't care
With one big push, I'm there
15th, it's just my luck
In 1969, a nigga is the

Ghetto ass nigga, you shit
And you ain't gon' be shit

I learned how to walk and and all that
They put me in school but it don't
'Cause I'm in history
Learnin' a sucker who didn't give a fuck about me

try to shape us
But I know Uncle Sam is a rapist
So I stopped payin'
Ice Cube, headed, to detention

Fuck shit, I roam the hallways
I'm sent home and I got all A's
A school dropout
My father had beef so I tried to knock out

But I got tossed, the boss
I'm out of there and mad I lost
Now on my own is a factor
So I become the jacker

Gimme car, run your jewels
Makin' a livin', fools
And if I let my rang out
You know, it'll make brains hang out

So what's fate?
Am I the nigga you or the one you love to hate?
The wrong answer is said, the fled
I pump lead, now in a puddle of red
And if you got a buck, you're out of luck
Stuck up by the motherfuckin'

Motherfucker you to get a job
If you wanna stay in my house

Many young men the traditional values
That are important to parents
Church, school and
Have replaced by street, turf and gang

now and in paid full
Feelin' bad from all the I pulled
On back in the day
Plus, I got a baby on the way

So I'm to go straight
I'm my baby's momma, out on a date
'Til the punk ass ran my plate
Now I'm on a bus

Oh, the young nigga caught a case
Sittin' in the mess hall, sayin' my

to a concrete hoe-house
Where all the products go, no
Yo momma, I do eleven
in a five by seven

Dear baby, your gettin' worn out
Of seein' young boys gettin' they torn out
And then he got with a spoon
And he was 'sposed to get out

Is it my fault, he was in production?
Where a young black means nothin'
Just I didn't want to learn your grammar
You say I'm off in the slammer

And it's drivin' me
'Cause my little boy is missin'
I'm ashamed but the is
I wish pops let me off on the

Or I just hang from the top bunk
But goin' out like a punk
My is fucked
But it my fault 'cause I'm the motherfuckin' product

He ain't