From the recording Fight Music The Mixtape
Lyrics
Instrumental Produced by Craig Lawson
What, you thought I was go confirm
I mean all these years you still hadn’t learned
I been doing me since Big Worm rocked a perm hitta
Since Eddie Murphy was pulling sheets checking toes hitta
I see a bunch a dead puppets, shout out Achmed
I bring that hot led Jose, look how I just Dunham
How Tim himself, and God still run him
Its easy, God made me, so all I do is be dat
I shoot first, I don’t know how to react
Remember grade school the teachers stuck me in speech class
They scraight told me if I couldn’t speak King’s English, that I wouldn’t last
Scraight facts ask Gray, Junie, ask Mrs. Smith
Young black Geechie boys, labeled misfits
We hoped off them boats, our cultures dismissed
Label us cattle, new era, we buying your fit
Our whole existence was a struggled to sit where you sit, live where you live,
Hit the chicks that you hit, truth is we couldn’t even spit where you spit
We just wanted our kids to have same chances as yours did
So naturally, we taught them to emulate
Think about how Fredrick Douglas helped to pave the way
He had to show the White House that we could walk like them, 3-piece suit, sharp dressed just like them, speech on point, speak white just like them, and even after all that, he still was a threat
That’s why this education cost yo boy a foot and a neck
Think, Madam C. J. Walker how she got that check
Selling hair products to help your hair go straight
We tired, my people couldn’t take they nap
You see just to run up, we had to go run back
That’s why we tripping, you helped us step on crack
Pun intended, you can yin yang, I just kicks facts
Pun intended, you can run up bet you go limp back
I’m bout it bout it
(BREAK)
And I ain gotta switch up, I just talk how I talk, walk how I walk, mess around I’ll fart how I fart
Cause I was looking at them Asians move into the country, self-conscious bout nothing, they just took what they been wanting
I was looking at them Indians move into the country, self-conscious bout nothing, they took what they was wanting
I was looking at them Africans move into the country, self-conscious bout nothing, they took what they was wanting
While I was in speech class feeling like feeling like somebody’s dummy
Now parents, I ain saying don’t educate your kids, teach them all you can, give the best you can give
But let your son know he can be successful being him
We teach our kids that they’re their biggest road block
Then wonder why when they grow up, they find that road blocked
Blue lights Blue lights shove us in the box
Cause even mamma telling me I’m something I’m not
CHORUS:
Tell me why are we too blind to see that the ones we hurt are you and me?
Heaven, got no ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Heaven, it don’t have no ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto