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I was told 'cause I didn't witness the act
In and out was the movement of the
It was hot and sweaty and of pushin'
the nut came gushin'

And it was hell to bail to the ovary
nuttin' but the Lord lookin' over me
I was white a tail
But when I the finish line, young black male

One made two and two cells made fo'
And so on so now I'm a
I got a hunch that I'ma be on lockdown, for nine months

Chillin' with my mother to me
And but a stomach to hide me
From all that worry and
Nine months later, I pull and kick

'Cause my time is up and I care
With one big push, I'm outta
15th, it's just my luck
In 1969, a nigga is the

ass nigga, you ain't shit
And you ain't gon' never be

I learned how to walk and and all that
put me in school but it don't matter
'Cause I'm sittin' in
Learnin' 'bout a sucker who give a fuck about me

They try to us
But I know Uncle Sam is a rapist
So I stopped payin'
Ice Cube, headed, to detention

that shit, I roam the hallways
I'm sent and I don't got all A's
A school dropout
My had beef so I tried to knock pops out

But I got tossed, he's the
I'm out of there and mad I lost
Now bein' on my own is a
So I the neighborhood jacker

your car, run your jewels
Makin' a livin', robbin'
And if I let my rang out
You know, it'll make brains hang out

So what's your
Am I the nigga you love or the one you love to
The wrong is said, the nigga fled
I lead, now he's in a puddle of red
And if you got a buck, you're out of luck
Stuck up by the motherfuckin'

you gots to get a job
If you stay in my motherfuckin' house

Many men reject the traditional values
That are important to parents
Church, and family
Have been by street, turf and gang

now and in paid full
Feelin' bad from all the I pulled
On people in the day
Plus, I got a little on the way

So I'm tryin' to go
I'm my baby's momma, out on a date
'Til the punk ass ran my plate
Now I'm on a bus

Oh, the young done caught a case
Sittin' in the mess hall, sayin' my

to a concrete hoe-house
Where all the go, no doubt
Yo momma, I gotta do
Livin' in a by seven

baby, your man's gettin' worn out
Of seein' young boys they assholes torn out
And then he got with a spoon
And he was to get out soon

Is it my fault, he was in production?
Where a young black life means
Just because I didn't want to learn your
You say I'm off in the slammer

And it's drivin' me
'Cause my little boy is daddy
I'm but the fact is
I wish let me off on the mattress

Or should I just hang the top bunk
But that's out like a punk
My is fucked
But it ain't my fault I'm the motherfuckin' product

He shit