Is this the real nigga?
Is this just a nigga? yo!
Caught in a jail
For pulling a trigger
Open your black eyes
Look up to the skies and see...
That you're a nigger!
I'm just a poor nigga, no surprise, yo!
Because I'm easy steal, easy kill, yeah
Nigga High, Nigga bro, yo!
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to nigga...
Nigga, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead, yeah
Nigga, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away, yo
Nigga, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry, bitch
If I'm not black again this time tomorrow, nigga
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters, yo white ass!
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my nigga spine
Black Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody - Nigga got to go
Gotta leave you all behind
And face the truth, man
'Cause Ku-Klux Klan is on the run!
Nigga, ooo
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born black at all
He's just a poor nigga from a poor family, yo
Spare him some change or he pulls out his gun!
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=513733
Рубрика: Лірика
дата надходження 26.07.2014
автор: Steppenwolf