Man sometimes I’ll be feeling like Joe Black  

Like nobody has my back  

Aching for my goals big or small  

But somebody waiting to stamp me in the back  

My dad has me feeling like Black is the thing to be  

But how can I feel that way when the odds are always stacked  

Like Dave said, 20-1, the odds of me making it home without getting blasted in the head  

Head 20-1 the odds of this girl not giving me head  

Head putting this hoody on my head  

20-1 and this lady switching lanes like OJ in ‘95  

But this time the bad guy is the one chasing  

And yeah, I had her chasing  

Holding her purse with two hands  

The more she running the darker it gets 

Stopped at a dark alley, the scene is set  

Hand on her phone she starts dialing 9-1-1 

9-1-1 emergency, white girl scared in a white neighborhood.  

Is it a Black man? 

Yeas Black he is.  

Quick, quick, quick, we will be there in a minute  

Police on their way I know I have to move quick 

Stay away from me  

Madame I am not here to harm you  

So why are you walking hood down in this neighborhood?  

Cause I have demons in my mind and that hoody is the only thing that keeps them away  

You see this hoodie is a defense mechanism  

That’s not true! 

I’ve seen it on the news 

Black man you’re built  

Hoody up drive by brood day. 

All you niggas dressing the same, looking the same  

Yet I am not supposed to be scared  

Black man kills Black man, gets killed every day on the news for us to see  

Yet you want my empathy  

And you here chasing me but scared to chase a job employment sheet  

Chasing me but it would be a lot harder to chase your dreams  

No, you would rather hate and kill the ones that did  

You know what that equals  

A jail sentence that’s quick math  

For what a quick way out of father hood  

Leaving your baby mama to the streets  

Oui oui another crackhead is born  

And your son will become the man he hates.  

I’ll be nice, I’ll give him 16 years before he becomes the new you  

And you wonder why you niggas haven’t made it  

Yes, I said Nigga, but am not racist  

A nigga is what you are  

A Black man is what those slaves that came on boats were  

I wish we could switch up  

At least with them I would feel more safe  

I wish we had a time machine so we could go back and see what hard life was about  

Maybe then you’ll see how easy you have it  

And don’t say I’m just white, I can’t understand  

My parents also came here in a boat  

Grandparents died so my parents could make it here  

Life of an immigrant  

Small house cramped family of five  

Not all of us made it, 

But that’s fine. 

Yeah, it wasn’t as dramatic as you, but it took me two generations to get where I am  

It’s been 300 years, stop finding excuses for yourself  

And now you’re about to go to a cell next to your dad  

O, wait, is he dead?  

Answer me 

Why would I answer you? 

I haven’t spoken yet, you’re already judging me  

Judging the choices that other people made 

Just because their skin Black  

It has nothing to do with me  

But between me and you I don’t blame you  

You see I was watching The Boondocks the other day  

I couldn’t laugh when I realized all that shit was true  

Truth is, when I find that out, I questioned myself just like you did  

Am not here to give you a history lesson about the N word  

Because if you cared you would know that it’s not just a word  

A word that me and my niggas used to greet each other  

But you wouldn’t never be able to say it until you walking next to me without being scared  

Not until the liquor store get replaced with Whole Foods  

Not until I just need to say I’m American and not African American  

You know am not even mad at you  

How can I be mad?  

Am really just sad  

You know like King said  

I have a dream too  

I got a girl you see  

two on the way  

Am young you see  

And yes, my mom was a crackhead, but she still managed to put the bills on the table  

No, I didn’t have a father  

But I had Uncle Fill so it counts the same  

But still thought, you know why I’m scared  

My girl she is white  

Her parents live on Park  

Am scared to meet them  

Have a crazy feeling that tells me to “Get Out”  

And I can’t bring her home  

Black women would hate me  

Thinking I don’t love them enough  

Thinking they’re not good enough  

My mom probably regret sending me to that private school  

At least that’s what my boys do  

They just think am whitewashed  

Cause I don’t want to pick up a tool or do a drill  

Cause I don’t want to play dice or go to cookouts  

Even my white friends think the same  

Has me questioning what being Black really is  

Cause if am Black how can I not be Black enough  

And my two kids are neither white nor black  

So, what are they supposed to do?  

They’ll have it even worse than me  

Girl wants an abortion  

She mad at me cause I don’t want her to  

She says am anti-women  

Cause I am not supporting Me Too  

But me too, don’t I have a say?  

I want to be there for my kids  

I want them to call me Dad  

I wish I could of called someone Dad  

But she doesn’t understand that  

Me too, I want to be there  

Since when is it wrong to be pro-life?  

You see I have goals one day  

Or as you guys like it  

I have dreams  

I want to be a father to two mix-kids  

Am going to find a job so I can provide for them  

I want to protect them cause I know they’ll have it the hardest  

But my heart is set  

Yeah, am not perfect, we are not perfect  

But we can’t give up now  

Cause stopping now is giving up on the future, for me stopping now is giving up on them  

How could I be a man if I couldn’t protect my family?  

It might not be fancy, but it will do  

And I want to finish this  

By giving this to you  

Your credit card you drop it  

I hope it will change how you see— 

Hands up  

Is that a gun? 

He’s reaching for a gun  

No.  

Bang bang  

Hashtag this, hashtag that  

Another Black man on the news  

Go hashtag that!  

BLM this BLM that  

How about you go save a Black man  

Before putting it in a bio  

Everybody is for Black Lives Matter  

But we never believed that Black Lives Mattered  

We always the enemy  

Can you please show me some empathy?  

Some Sympathy 

Nah, fuck your sympathy  

I’ll always pick the harder road  

Cause I know if I make it out  

I deserved it  

But is that the right mentality?  

No, but it’s the only option  

And that’s honesty  

Black man with a gun, that’s terrifying  

Scar face with a gun, that’s glorifying  

Black man goes to Harvard  

That’s glorifying  

Just like giving a dollar to a homeless man  

White men  

Go to Harvard  

That’s normal  

Just like seeing white people in Beverly Hills  

And black people in the ghetto hills