Fame movie - Tyrone's Rap lyrics

rate me

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Don't need no rich bitch, to tell me which<br>

Fork to use, I paid my dues <br>

In a rat-trap building called New York <br>

Livin' off beans, greens, and pork <br>

In a basement, tenement, <br>

No one's got to tell me what it meant <br>

To be black, Jack <br>

Ace of spades <br>

All the car-wash washers and day-work maids <br>

Can't wash it off, never fades, <br>

It's who you are until you're dead <br>

Now ain't that a kick upside the head? <br>

Yeah, I know about Pryor and Portier, <br>

Can't get higher than Sugar Ray <br>

Muhammed Ali and Doctor J <br>

And 90% of the N.B.A. <br>

Reggie Jackson, Jesse Jackson, <br>

Michael and Mahaliah Jackson, <br>

Now what's that got to do with me? <br>

On the street the only thing I see is: <br>

Crack dealers, pocketbook stealers, <br>

Coke snorters, Time Square daughters, <br>

Eight-year olds who dance for quarters, <br>

And tokes, and two-line blows, <br>

New Adidas and stereos! <br>

That's us! That's it! <br>

So don't be tellin' me all that shit!<br>

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