Ya’lll supposesd to be the one the world has done wrong and has it out for. So many different shades and hues but ya’ll got the same attitude. Wanna get together and rob or sell drugs, cuz to ya’ll its the only way you can get money. And even if you do go to college, get your degree and corporate job, you still got yo fucked up view of the opposite sex.
All ya’ll feel you a “playa” and got yo “hoes”. Cuz you know, a bitch is only good for some things— cookin yo food and givin you pussy whenever you want it. And some of ‘em even stay wit yo ass, no matta how many times you lied. But you know, it’s dey fault you done wrong cuz all dey do is nag, bitch-n-complain, and go crazy and shyt when you do shyt like cheat.
Aint nere bit ‘a sense between the whole bunch of you, but you steady yappin, swearin your word is law. Stay workin on ya body, when you need to be excersizin’ yo mind. Tryna make dat paper and “support yo family”. And ‘erbody know dats yo baby and think “had he worn a condomn, he wouldn’t be a daddy, at sixteen”. Ya dreams gone, hopes dashed and the only thing you got left is yo bottle and yo cess.
Got no respect for nobody. not yourself, or the sex that gave you life. You changed her name to hoe, bitch, slut and bout-it. Fuck love and all dat othat shit. Fuck school too, cuz it’s M.O.B. right? Money Ova Bitches, cuz u don’t love dem hoes, though when you was down and out, she bought yo clothes.
But nothin matter cuz all you care about is chillin, but people keep fuckin wit you and testin you.
Hell the whole world got it out for you right?
Cuz you a Black Male.