Thursday, August 4, 2011

(Untitled) Niggerish

Yo shawty! Reckless full of imperfection
Hustle for relationships and put forth no effort
I move too fast, always more girls to get
But you not worried bout it you know I’m just tryna…

Bang bang! 6 bodies lost in the night.
Cops describe him as “5”11” in the height
Black hoody, black bag, black fitted with the brim
Typical black nigga so you can’t forget the Tims.
Gun on my hip. I ain't worried cause that’s how they depict all of us.
On the grind doing addition in hard times
But I’m 5’5” how I get pulled over 10 times…

Times that I don’t even know
Me and my peers in the back of the class
Rollin dro teacher tryna book me because
I don’t read the books she gives me and
Oh yea I’m textin' on my phone so she’s tryna call my home
Not knowing I live all alone but see my parents
Been gone but I got connects to the
Streets so I really don’t care the teacher asked me
If I was stupid and I said hell…..

Yea shawty that body lookin' right!
Oh that polo on my back? That’s a li'l something light
I can put you in that Prada if ya swag kinda tight
And nothing if you with me by the end of the night, yea
But don’t even think about the morning
Cause ill kick you out the crib before the roosters start yawning
Swag all tight, game never fails
I ain’t different baby girl I’m just another, black,

Male being blackmailed convinced the world is using me
So usually unity was never a virtue to me.
So hide ya kids and hide ya wife?
Isn’t that what the media really tryna tell you right?
You tryna say that me and all my cousins look alike?
I don’t get it. I’m tired of people telling me about these statistics….

Statically speaking 78% of us in this jawn
Will have been arrested or dropped out...
By that time were still considered as
Adolescences??? So I’m in the back of the class not
Even getting the lesson
Trying to cope with my ignorant status quo.
Hoping that my GED will help me move on to a More…..
More, I can’t expect it from these hood rats,
To get a great one need to go where all the goods at.
So shaw- I mean miss listen,
Honestly it's you I’m digging
I mean I like you and I’m sick of all this li’l shawty trippin'
So with all respect, my game is up to par
Some candles in the crib, Marvin Gaye up in the car
We can watch a movie and a little date for two
Or just chillin' all cool cause I’m just tryna be with you
I’m ready and I’m willing, committed till the last,
Wanna pop the question all I gotta do is……

Ask me what career I want to have and grasp
I’ll tell you a neurologist recordin' signals on the pad
I’m glad America doesn’t believe in I.
Cause when I get those degrees they’ll be so surprised.
Owning my own house, traveling my own route
Sarcastically but actually I’m living out your fantasy
But none of y'all asked about these things
I’m not what I seem; I’m living out my dreams…..

Moving on to a higher education
Motivated by not being identified by
Just a number by 440N broad
Street and will take more than a
Nigga you cant do this
To deter me.

I am not a womanizer
I am not a terrorizer
I am not a statistic
I am a young black MALE!

By: Elias, David & Dylan

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