Текст песни Hard Knocks - Thoughts of a Negro
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(...problem with `negro` was not the word itselfIt was that a stereotype had been attachedto that word `negro`and that people were forced to live in accords to that stereotype)Stereotype me, dislike me or fight meMy hustle is hip-hop, you can`t indict meBehind the light of intelligenceCritics will probably say the title`s irrelevantBut the powerful fail to see the battle being foughtWise words verbally put forth from negro thoughtsIt`s critical, the news programs of pitifulSights and sounds of a negro`s backgroundFirst fired, last hiredGranny picked cotton till she died, what a way to retireWatermelon`s sellin but the seeds are blackI don`t spit em out, I plant em so they come backMusic of soul cause my lyrics are funkyYou stereotype we`re the offspring of monkeysI tie ya up and gag ya mouth with cornbreadAnd lead ya the bright way, seems ya been misleadI enter the store on one thought - to purchaseThey follow me around like a muthafuckin hostessI see what I want, but before I can step toThey`re up in my face, "Sir, can I help you?"Out of step they seem to be with realityNeedless to say I represent a nationalityThat`s been linked to a KodakOnce truth is exposed, negatives can`t be kept backCouldn`t take us for what we has, took us for what we hadKKK - 3 kicks up the assAll anti-negros ground is sinking sandPainting false and visionary picturesRevolting language bound to mentally hitchaStand still while I`m talkinFrom abstract thoughts fingers completed the walkinThese areThoughts of a Negro(Wonder, wonder)(Blinkin I`m thinkin)Alone on the corner, awaiting a red lightA van pulls up, the passengers are whiteMy feet`s in progress, are my ears deceivin me?I pause and down came the locks on the doorsA typical stereotypical outlookHow could a man`s color betray him as a crook?I`m on Amtrak, enroute to AtlantaIn first row, drinkin a grape FantaDressed to impress and I`m a walkin jewelry storeI`m gettin lynchin looks from the conductorSweatin my jewels but it`s coolHe`s not the first or the last toLearn first class was made for a black assFuck the back, it`s `91, jackAnother thought I render to be evidentWould I be treated equally if we had a black president?In this race everyday`s suspenseFrom death to seein infants born as chemical dependentsSkillfully prepared for a ignorant warBut all I encounter I express through metaphorsLike `nigga`, `black`, `negro`3 five letter words to describe me, broEven excepting we make good athletesAnd in bed knowin no other culture can competeSo let`s get right down to itThose who now accept it always knew itThese areThoughts of a Negro(Wonder, wonder)(Blinkin I`m thinkin)I try to make it hard for them to hate meAlienate me, you still gotta face meBut I ain`t the stereotypeUnderstand what I`m sayin or do all niggas sound alike?Rap`s the trade so it`s made to live goodMy neighbor`s kids are sayin, "There goes the neighborhood"And their dog comes in my yard and takes a shitThen barks like tellin me, "Clean it"But I made em all believersHit their daughters with a dose of this jungle feverIt was undercover but her parents discoveredTurned her out, now forever she`s a nigger loverI never feed into the stuff about the other manCause my destiny is planned around a mic standAt the table of brotherhood I sitCalling preachers, wisemen and prophetsTo unravel the riddle of our existenceDomestic relations and those of distanceI`m hearin the same statements I feel are prejudicedOne day blacks will rise on their side of the fenceStories still spread through history books in groupsTampering with truth, telling tales of twisted rootsStereotypes living lives of illusionsLeapin to their death, jumping to confusionsI see what I`m faced with, racist congregationsLord be merciful to a helpless nationThese areThoughts of a Negro(Wonder, wonder)(Blinkin I`m thinkin)