God could made me white
but I ain't
can't wash off this black , it ain't spray paint
I gotta live with this
I accept it
but people know being a Black gets hectic
for years n' years
our fears were of slavery
I thank the old folks for savin' me
'cause if I was a slave I'd buck
and have a big possee to back me up
I'm takin a stand
'cause the Klan seeks to masta me
they feel that's the way that it has to be
I'm born in a racist land
where "nigga" is the title they be givin a black man
Mike said color don't matter
just to please the fans
I guess he had to
'cause if he grew up in the projects
pain and hurt became real life objects
dope was a cure to take away sorrows
poor people didn't see tomorrows
a day at a time you might get a chance
to move out the ghetto world
get a job and
relax
that's something that's new to you
I just felt that I had to get through to you
'cause if I lead you blind you might stumble
and see a dream that proceeds to crumble
whatever you do
be the best and stand proud
'cause you'll be represent the black crowd
young kids follow up in your tracks
sayin
(THAT S THE BLACK MAN THAT I WANT TO BE LIKE)
this is our time to rise so let's stand don't be the one
who sunk in the quicksand
show the world you deserve a crown
I wanna see you standin on top
while I'm standin in the Blackground!
This was written over ten years ago but the message
still needs to be heard in America today
'cause you blind to history
I just watch all the brothas in misery
trapped in the ghetto world and can't get out
how does it feel to be poor and be without
a place to sleep
food to eat
roamin the street
your check will not arrive 'til next week
so now you gotta rob n'steal
you gotta have it
lookin for a big fat purse so you can grab it
kids home alone
wife crack addicted
the dog tried to cheer you up and you kicked it
pent up hate
mad and disgusted
you tried to push dope and then you got busted
dam!
nothin turns out right
you robbed tillie's boys at half past midnight
hell brioke loose n'guns spit flames
and Mary Ann's grandma told your name
so now you gotta find a safe place to hide
or cash in your chips and
POWWW!
commit suicide
or slow down
now how that sound?
I been lookin at you ruin your life
'cause I been standin' in the Blackground
Turn to the six o'clock news
a lil' boy got killed by "the boyz in blue"
a nineteen year old got fried
for bein at the scene of the crime when a cop died
nobdy stood up
and told the truth
scared that the same ole cop might arrest you
even when the odds're tough
you gotta stand up
wait for a chance to speak and put your hand up
tell the truth
it sets you free
maybe we can change it around how it should be
Blacks get to live on either side of the fence
support another brother to run for the President
I got faith what about the next man?
Let's get together
come up with a game plan
King done opened the door
so what's wrong
say it like a poem
or sing it like a rap song
Let it be a symbol for the child born brown
and you got my full support
'cause I'll be standing in THE BLACKGROUND
Jay
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