Yo, it's a black thing

Yo, it's a white thing

If we talk this teach

We say the wrong thing

Blackness is blackkness

Whiteness is whiteness

Despite this why

We have to fight between us

Nothing to discuss

On the back of the bus

But a cold stare

Avoiding contact

Oblivious to others

This is the social contract

Lack of sensitivity

Lack of sinsibility

Lack of the notion

For better compatibility

I don't fron tnothing

I am what i am

I do what i can

I nod or i shake your hand

For a greeting

That's the common and pleasing

All right, my man,

Yeah, it's that easy



Yeah, it's that easy

As easy as pie

That shit goes on forever

So make a conscious try

To improve, nothing to lose

But a free ride on

Some old news

Your pop says, your ma says

But their values could be old news

Not knowing the truth

Blaming their troubles

Some problems in the jungle

On certain races

And faces

But i say yo sit

Just because

They're different

You didn't lose your job to

Some immigrant

You lost employment

From corporate exploitment

Packing up to cash out on

Mexico's mint

Stint your vision

Stunt your growth

It ain't a land to boast about

'cause it raised you

Left you in a daze of

The vision contrt

Sacrificing many for the

Rich man's comfort



The clouding, the cover-ups,

The myths, and

The scandals

These are the ones

That destroyed america

So don't you see hysteria

I remove with incision

Pinpointing facts

Pinpoint precision

It ain't your fault

Or mine on the back of the trolley

We're just people living

Trying to find quality

Not cold and windy

Yes cool and breezy

All right, my brother



Yeah, it's that easy



Yo, you and me used to run ball in the league

We ran the championship team

The best they had seen

But so much to talk about

Now that we've grown

We've been in different scenes

Of a different act

And in the fact we sold out

To the social contract

Meaning we don't hang

And even worse than that

I heard your boys

Fought my boys

With baseball bats

And bats lead to ax

And ax lead to gun

And gun lead to mothers

Losing their sons

I live how i live

I ain't asking you to try it

The problem's too big

To fit me to buy it

The weight is too heavy

The length is too long

Slowing down the everybody get along

If the teachers were to teach

Would you listen to the sensei

Goodnight my brother

Yeah, it's that easy


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