Emerson Windy

Emerson Windy - Black America lyrics

rate me

(narration)

"The number of educational assistants that will be back in September has gone down and that has some parents worried that students won't be getting the attention they need"

"We're going to continue the notes from yesterday…."

"Thirteen year old Sharell Reeds says she likes her 8th grade History teacher Mr. Midding but isn't sure how long he'll be around. Mr. Midding is the 10th person to teach this class since school started in September. Ten teachers in six months. Many of them weren't there long enough to learn the children's names."

"We don't have to go in a rent shit, we got our own housing, we got our own cars, we got our own hoes, we got our own clothes. You know, that's simple…new car new house..kids get to go to school, private school paid for courtesy of the mob"

Verse One

What's wrong with Black America

we teach our kids to want a big ole cars

big ole rims, loud stereo

they fall into a stereotype

that nigga ball but barely read or write

know right from wrong but wanna get on (whoop)

black house that be a mama,

no damn daddy, barely keep the lights on

make forty thou as a school teacher

fuck wishing upon a star

they educated

they get hit with a bill for a quarter mill

you trippin' my nigga

They teachin' kids, I think you should pay 'em mo

Cause them crack dealers got big bank roll

What I tell my kids

Wanna be a President like Obama

or to be a DJ, like Drama

Packin' they Don Cannon

the money only thing that makes sense

I'm affiliated

my role models was Tupac, P and Papa

yes lord

as I lay me down to sleep

I pray the lord my soul to keep

if I should die before i wake

I'ma leave my nigga my extra weight

I'ma leave the homie my extra drugs

and all the phone numbers to all the plugs

should I go to school or should I sell drugs?

That's life in Black America

(narration)

"I don't know…we don't count what we spend, but we know we spend a lot. you know what I mean..so we gonna count this money. If it ain't Benjamin or Franklin or Benjamin Franklin…we paid…. I ain't carry that"

don't' go broke too quick

ya dig

you know that that

don't' go broke too quick

Next month motherfucker gonna be cryin, need to pay my rent, bitch you just had six thousand dollars"

(street life is cutthroat)

Verse 2

Street life is cut throat

If you a real nigga, sell dope

You don't go to school, you dropout

and if you step up, you get knocked out

Priority? Nigga what's that?

I'ma buy my baby some Baby Jordans

Fuck paying bills, this more important

I'm chill all day with my niggas, smoking

On section eight? Don't worry, things gonna be straight in a hurry

I'ma rob steal, kill a motherfucker

I drink all day cause my vision blurry

The funny thing when my nigga come home from the penn

we all celebrate

but a nigga come home with a four year degree we don't give a fuck

cause that nigga's fake and that's real

My nigga, look at what we teach our kids

Rims, jewelry, rims, jewelry, rims, rims

My nigga, look at what we teach our youth

Gold chain, kill a nigga, gold chain, damn

I remember when my favorite rapper said

fuck school nigga, bang with me

fuck a job nigga, bang with me

fuck jail nigga, bang with me

That's life in Black America

That's life in Black America

That's life in Black America

That's life in Black America

Life in Black America

(narration)

"I love my city, I love my niggas no matter how gritty you is"

"Just see getting shot and living was more for my ego, that was more for my image, I could, now I could walk around like Superman"

"They show off their scars the way war veterans display Purple Hearts"

"I'm used to this gang banging shit.. I'm used to this street shit"

"These niggas hoods ain't dangerous than mine"

"Gang members like Little J and his crew smoke kush every day"

"Grade A Kush…we smoke so much of this Kush it should be against the law"

"He'll end up dead or in prison"

Verse 3

Dead, in jail or alive come on my nigga it's showtime

Fuck them niggas on the other side of town

better grab that pump cause it's go time

No rappers, actors or ball players

we a bunch or real niggas trying to ball, player

Flaunt that shit my hood my nigga, they gone come in and take it all player

no stall player

right now hey, wish a nigga make my day

Fuck 401k, that don't mean shit

my niggas roll around deep with an Ak all day

Better watch out for them sharks, cause they be swimming

Cops come round this motherfucka every time real nigga like me start winnin'

They don't care if I'm killin', they just care if I'm shippin'

They don't care if I'm killin'

long as it's another black man

with another strap man

I could shoot the nigga dead and keep dippin'

Genocide and death

is we gonna shoot til there's no one left

sad that we gotta shoot another black man

for some street cred and some hood respect

My favorite rapper said

fuck school nigga, bang with me

fuck a job nigga, bang with me

fuck jail nigga, bang with me

That's life in Black America

That's life in Black America

That's life in Black America

That's life in Black America

Life in Black America

crack dealer got big bank roll,

my teacher, got no bank roll

look at what we teach our kids

rims, jewelry, rims, jewelry, rims, rims

(narration)

&quot;it's was my little brother, it was like the other half of my heart and he gone now&quot;<br />

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Thanks to shawna

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