Ice Cube - The Product Lyrics
I was told, cause I didnt witness the whole actIn and out was the movement of the bozackIt was hot and sweaty and lots of pushinThen the nut came gushinAnd it was hell tryin to bail to the ovaryWith nuttin but the lord lookin over meI was white with a tailBut when I reached the finish line, young black male!One cell made two, and two cells made foAnd so on, so now Im a embryoThen I got a hunchThat ima be on lockdown, for nine monthsChillin, with my mother to guide meAnd nuttin but a stomach to hide meFrom all that worry and bullshitNine months later, I elbow pull and kickCause my time is up and I dont careWith one big push, Im outta thereJune 15th, its just my luckIn 1969, a nigga is the productGhetto ass nigga, you aint shit,And you aint gon never be shit!I learned how to walk and talk and all thatThey put me in school, but it dont matterCause Im sittin in historyLearnin bout a sucker, who didnt give a ***** about meThey try to shape usBut I know uncle sam is a mother*****in rapistSo I stopped payin attentionIce cube, headed, straight to detention***** that shit, I roam the hallwaysIm sent home and I dont got all asA high school dropoutMy father had beef so I tried to knock pops outBut I got tossed, hes the bossIm out of there and mad cause I lostNow bein on my own is a factorSo I become, the neighborhood jackerGimme your car, run your jewelsMakin a livin robbin foolsAnd if I let my nine rang outYou know, itll make your brains hang outSo whats your fate?Am I the nigga you love, or the one you love to hate?The wrong answer is said, the nigga fledI pump lead, now hes in a puddle of redAnd if you got a buck, youre shit out of luckStuck up by the mother*****in productUh-uh mother*****er you gots to get a jobIf you wanna stay in my mother*****in houseMany young men reject the traditional valuesThat are important to their parents.Church, school and familyHave been replaced by street, turf, and gang.Twenty-one now, and paid in fullFeelin bad, from all the shit I pulledOn people back in the dayPlus, I got a little baby on the waySo Im tryin to go straightIm with my babys momma, out on a dateTil the punk ass cops ran my plateNow Im on a bus upstateOh, the young nigga done caught a case!Sittin in the mess hall, sayin my grace -> ll cool jSent to a concrete hoe-houseWhere all the products go, no doubtYo momma, I gotta do elevenLivin in a five by sevenDear baby, your mans gettin worn outOf seein young boys gettin they *****s torn outAnd then he got shanked with a spoonAnd he was sposed to get out soonIs it my fault, he was caught in productionWhere a young black life means nothinJust because, I didnt want to learn your grammarYou say Im better off in the slammerAnd its drivin me battyCause my little boy, is missin daddyIm ashamed, but the fact isI wish pops let me off on the mattressOr should I just hang from the top bunkBut thats goin out like a punkMy life is *****ed!But it aint my fault, cause Im the mother*****in productHe aint shit
