The Color of Skin

I swear this famous shit just happened overnight,
For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite,
All I see is fake love, smiles and overbites,
But I'm pimpin', nigga, Dolemite.
I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine,
Ricky had a deuce-deuce, two shotty pumps with a baby nine,
Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne,
Bone Thugs had Mo Thugs but that was the shit that made me rhyme.
What's up, what's on your mind? Hold up, I'm feelin' fine,
Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime.
Another young nigga with an attitude,
I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school.
Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser,
Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us,
On the park bench playin' checkers, sippin' nectar,
Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors.
We had cookouts, and dirt bikes, and dice games, and fistfights,
And fish fries, and shootouts like one Sig with two rounds,
And one click, left two down, that's four kids, but one lived,
Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitched.
That's everyday shit, shit, we used to that,
Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass.
Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap,
Fuck the conscious crap, my MAC'll push your conscience back.
I do this for my culture; penny, nickels in the sofa,
Mommy watchin' Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whippin' soda,
Cook connect named Sosa, Spanish chick Viola hit it in the chocha,
With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers.
I'm ‘bout it, ‘bout it, nigga, ain't shit sweet about me,
The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' ‘bout me,
I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin',
Young and thuggin', buggin' showin' out in public, but you love it.
I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion
That listen, we gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons,
They try to blind our vision, but we all God children, we siblings.
You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin!
Back once again,
Chillin' in the back of the ‘Lac with a pass or the gin,
Finna ask, can I pass to her friend,
Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ax her again.
Gold slabs on the ‘Lac when I spin,
Then it's back to the back of the Benz,
Lean back in the back with the Henn and a crap,
When I tap that that, then attack, never tax, never that that,
Max on the ends, spend ends, I remember way back when
A mothafucka used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends,
Just to put a snack up in the fridge,
When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back,
Now the kids all look up to me,
Them bitches wanna fuck with me,
My idols say whassup to me,
From ugly to comfortably, suddenly.

It all changed, man. It was just like yesterday,
Times was so ugly and now I'm comfortable.
I just only can thank God,
Suddenly everything changed before my eyes by my surprise.
ASAP.