Well, alright
I stood and fought
Then I taught myself to talk
I changed my clothes
But I kept my nigga nose
I sang and danced
And made sure you had a chance, come on
Yeah
After all I've done
You know what?
I'm still a nigga, yeah
Oh, I walked the line
And the cameras caught the crime
I broke the rules
With a pair of dancing shoes
Committed blasphemy
I even let you laugh at me, come on
Yes, sir
After all I've done
They hate me
Still a nigga
Hold on, yeah
Now my name in description is stranger than fiction
I'm profane with conviction when I explain it's a prism
So I'm aiming to kill him, from this range I can't miss him
They detaining for dealing and arraigning for killing
But I'm sane in the prison and I'm blaming the system
Proclaiming the mission and I'm changing position
While my brain's in remission, my chain seems to glisten
And my pain seems to strengthen with the danger we live in
When they bang, Lord forgive 'em, now the gang is religion
And my fame is appealing but my range is indifferent
And I'm famous for feeling, my brand name is a building
Pop music is pornography, the game is for children
I'm the same if you listen, you can change if you listen
These niggas are just too cool, they ashamed of the rhythm
My fame is a vision, just plain criticism
With pain and affliction, what they're saying's unconvincing
You see, I hate nigga shit unless it's great nigga shit
See, we sit around for hours and debate nigga shit
Expendable and ignorant is what they equate niggas with
Yeah, that shit sound good, but it's making niggas sick
And is it making niggas rich or making niggas nigga-rich?
You used to be my black queen, now even you a nigga bitch
