Black chic white guy

Does it mean shit maybe

I don’t know but yo it never phased me

But either way heres one tail

Of two like that and what prevailed

It started way back in the 8th grade

In the small old town where the two both stayed

He came from a family of middle class

Where everything he did he always had to ask

She came from a place that was so alone

You know the same old tail of a broken home

Her momma was an alkie (sp?) and more like a friend

Had three different kids from three different men

And that’s just the way shit was

Couldn’t change it couldn’t rearrange it so there it was

Anyway the two kept on

With the phone calls notes and so on and so on

And after the bullshit and whatten

That day came the two started fuckin'

All the time you know kids habit's

Every single day fuckin' like rabbits

Sneakin out the car when he was 15

Climbin' in the window and fuckin' all night see

Fuckin' during lunch in the junior high bathrooms

Drinking champagne and trippin' on mushrooms

His dick was metal her pussy was a magnet

9th grade came “I'm pregnant”

Shit got frantic and man oh Lord it was a tuff decision

But they decided to abort it

It might have been right it might have been wrong

But one thing's for sure it really fucked his head up

Where is it who is it how is it was it right

These are the things he thought in bed at night

A lot of people might laugh at this

But fuck 'em they don’t know the half of it



Ain't no sunshine when you're low

I'm low

People tell me life's a game I'm not playin'

Bitches don’t mean shit to me anymore

I have taken my blows I'm still standin'



Now as time went on the the two kept on

They kept seeing each other off and on

See she moved to the city and you know what happened

Black chic with a real white accent

Pretty girl in the ghetto go figure

Yeah she got macked by some dope dealin' nigger

Still seein' that other kid on the side

She kept most of her thoughts inside

See all the first guy did was just love her

While that punk mother fucker used to beat her and punch her

She was livin' all wild

I think all she ever wanted was the love of her own child

She asked the first guy to have his baby

He looked at her like she must be crazy

He was makin' records and goin' on tour

20,000 people hip hoppin on the floor

And all that while she sat at home and got macked

If she stepped out of line she got slapped

And then one day she prayed to the Lord to take that guy away

And he did he got caught with a loaded gun

And went to jail but first she had his son

Ooohh and now what to do

She had no man no money and no clue

Now the other guy came back from tourin'

And she called him up early one mornin'

They hooked up her mind was blown

As he began to raise her son as his own

And that’s a lot of shit to deal with man

And if you ain't been there you wouldn’t understand

And people still laugh at this shit

Fuck 'em they don’t know the half of it



Ain't no sunshine when you're low

I'm low

People tell me life's a game I'm not playin'

Bitches don’t mean shit to me anymore

I have taken my blows I'm still standin'



Now for the next year there was some good times

A few bad times mostly good times

See he was a ramblin' man to the bone

He liked women and wine and he loved to roam

Not like she was any kind of Saint

See in this story there's a lot of red paint

But time kept slippin' and made her crazy

And she talked about havin' another baby

The guy was like ooh Lord

We got one now that we can't afford

But she convinced she could handle two

Said I want your child or I'm leavin you

I can't figure out why then he didn’t run

I guess he was attached to her and her son

All confused about what to do

That girl met another guy and was fuckin' him too

Slut

Could barely pay her rent

And then the same old shit “I'm pregrant”

And if that ain't some shit cuz

The girl didn’t even know who the father was

And still by her side the first guy stayed

Head gettin' more fucked by the day

He stuck it out for nine months I don’t know why

And then a little girl on the Fourth of July

Was born in the front seat of his car

It was amazing

Kinda like a shooting star

He was happy told his family and friends

Only to realize later his little girl wasn’t his

And that crushed him quick

Suicidal thoughts were in his head real thick

But before he found all that out

From the same chic another kid popped out

And that shit's real ill

Girl told him that she was takin' the fuckin' pill

She must have known all along

The little girl wasn’t his and she was tryin' to latch on

Three different kids from three different men

History repeats itself again

And after some more shit got stirred

He kicked that bitch to the curb

And now from her he's got a little boy that makes him laugh a bit

And he loves him

But still you don’t know the fuckin' half of it



Ain't no sunshine when you're low

I'm low

People tell me life's a game I'm not playin'

Bitches don’t mean shit to me anymore

I have taken my blows I'm still standin'

I'm still standin'

I'm still standin'

I'm still standin