NAS - Black President lyrics

rate me

They forgot us on the block

Got us in the box

Solitary confinement

How violent are these cops?

They need an early retirement

How many rallies will I watch?

I ain't got it in me to march

I got a semi to spark

The game's in a drought

Public housing, projects

Cooking up in the Pyrex

My set, my click

Either getting money

Or running from homicide trial

That's if they ain't died yet

Trying to be rich

Still I'm pledging allegiance

A predicate felon, a ghetto leader

Lending my poetical genius

To whoever may need it

I bleed this from Queensbridge

Now living with my feet up

Never defeated

So a president's needed

Y'know these colored folks and Negroes

Hate to see one of their own succeeding

America, suprise us

And let a black man guide us

What's the black pres thinkin on election night

Is it how can I protect my life?

Protect my wife? Protect my rights?

Every other president was nottin' less than white

'Cept Thoman Jefferson and mixed indian blood

And calvin coolers

KKK is like 'what the fuck', loadin' they guns up

I'm loadin' mine too, Ready to ride

Cause I'm ridin with my crew

He dies - we die too

But on a positive side, I think Obama provides

Hope - and challenges minds

Of all races and colours to erase the hate

And try and love one another, so many political snakes

We in need of a break, I'm thinkin' I can trust this brotha

But will he keep it way real?

Every innocent n! gga in jail - gets out on appeal

When he wins - will he really care still?

I feel

Say a prayer for "do we have to? "

You ain't right, Jeremiah Wrong pastor

In love with a slave master

Sincerely yours

USA most brave rapper

Jesse car-jacker

Uncle Tom-kidnapper

Ask around

Bentley Coupe off the richter

B! tch-called-life, I pimped her

What?

Politics, politricks

Klan-shooter

Deacon for defense

Progress-producer

Nothing on the stove

Your survival-booster

Gotta do what we gotta do

We ain't got no governors coming through - to help

Anything we need done, we gotta do for self

New-improved JFK on the way

It ain't the 60's again

Niqqas ain't hippies again

We ain't falling for the same traps

Standing on the balconies

Where they shot the King at

McCain got apologies

Ain't nobody hearing that

People need honesty