Emerson Windy - Black America Lyrics
(narration)"The number of educational assistants that will be back in September hasGone down and that has some parents worried that students won't be gettingThe attention they need""We're going to continue the notes from yesterday….""Thirteen year old Sharell Reeds says she likes her 8th grade HistoryTeacher Mr. Midding but isn't sure how long he'll be around. Mr. Midding isThe 10th person to teach this class since school started in September. TenTeachers in six months. Many of them weren't there long enough to learn theChildren's names.""We don't have to go in a rent shit, we got our own housing, we got our ownCars, we got our own hoes, we got our own clothes. You know, that'sSimple…new car new house..kids get to go to school, private school paidFor courtesy of the mob"Verse OneWhat's wrong with Black AmericaWe teach our kids to want a big ole carsBig ole rims, loud stereoThey fall into a stereotypeThat nigga ball but barely read or writeKnow right from wrong but wanna get on (whoop)Black house that be a mama,No damn daddy, barely keep the lights onMake forty thou as a school teacher***** wishing upon a starThey educatedThey get hit with a bill for a quarter millYou trippin' my niggaThey teachin' kids, I think you should pay 'em moCause them crack dealers got big bank rollWhat I tell my kidsWanna be a President like ObamaOr to be a DJ, like DramaPackin' they Don CannonThe money only thing that makes senseI'm affiliatedMy role models was Tupac, P and PapaYes lordAs I lay me down to sleepI pray the lord my soul to keepIf I should die before i wakeI'ma leave my nigga my extra weightI'ma leave the homie my extra drugsAnd all the phone numbers to all the plugsShould I go to school or should I sell drugs?That's life in Black America(narration)"I don't know…we don't count what we spend, but we know we spend a lot.You know what I mean..so we gonna count this money. If it ain't Benjamin orFranklin or Benjamin Franklin…we paid…. I ain't carry that"Don't' go broke too quickYa digYou know that thatDon't' go broke too quickNext month mother*****er gonna be cryin, need to pay my rent, ***** you justHad six thousand dollars"(street life is cutthroat)Verse 2Street life is cut throatIf you a real nigga, sell dopeYou don't go to school, you dropoutAnd if you step up, you get knocked outPriority? Nigga what's that?I'ma buy my baby some Baby Jordans***** paying bills, this more importantI'm chill all day with my niggas, smokingOn section eight? Don't worry, things gonna be straight in a hurryI'ma rob steal, kill a mother*****erI drink all day cause my vision blurryThe funny thing when my nigga come home from the pennWe all celebrateBut a nigga come home with a four year degree we don't give a *****Cause that nigga's fake and that's realMy nigga, look at what we teach our kidsRims, jewelry, rims, jewelry, rims, rimsMy nigga, look at what we teach our youthGold chain, kill a nigga, gold chain, damnI remember when my favorite rapper said***** school nigga, bang with me***** a job nigga, bang with me***** jail nigga, bang with meThat's life in Black AmericaThat's life in Black AmericaThat's life in Black AmericaThat's life in Black AmericaLife in Black America(narration)"I love my city, I love my niggas no matter how gritty you is""Just see getting shot and living was more for my ego, that was more for myImage, I could, now I could walk around like Superman""They show off their scars the way war veterans display Purple Hearts""I'm used to this gang banging shit.. I'm used to this street shit""These niggas hoods ain't dangerous than mine""Gang members like Little J and his crew smoke kush every day""Grade A Kush…we smoke so much of this Kush it should be against the law""He'll end up dead or in prison"Verse 3Dead, in jail or alive come on my nigga it's showtime***** them niggas on the other side of townBetter grab that pump cause it's go timeNo rappers, actors or ball playersWe a bunch or real niggas trying to ball, playerFlaunt that shit my hood my nigga, they gone come in and take it all playerNo stall playerRight now hey, wish a nigga make my day***** 401k, that don't mean shitMy niggas roll around deep with an Ak all dayBetter watch out for them sharks, cause they be swimmingCops come round this mother*****a every time real nigga like me startWinnin'They don't care if I'm killin', they just care if I'm shippin'They don't care if I'm killin'Long as it's another black manWith another strap manI could shoot the nigga dead and keep dippin'Genocide and deathIs we gonna shoot til there's no one leftSad that we gotta shoot another black manFor some street cred and some hood respectMy favorite rapper said***** school nigga, bang with me***** a job nigga, bang with me***** jail nigga, bang with meThat's life in Black AmericaThat's life in Black AmericaThat's life in Black AmericaThat's life in Black AmericaLife in Black AmericaCrack dealer got big bank roll,My teacher, got no bank rollLook at what we teach our kidsRims, jewelry, rims, jewelry, rims, rims(narration)"it's was my little brother, it was like the other half of my heart and heGone now"
