• 標題:Black president
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    And though it seems heaven sent,
    we ain't ready to see a black President
    Yes We Can ... Change the World (Change the World )
    (They Said!)
    They forgot us on the block
    Got us in the box
    Solitary confinement
    How violent are these cops?
    They need an early retirement
    How many rallies will I watch?
    I ain't got it in me to march
    I got a semi to spark
    The game's in a drought
    Public housing, projects
    Cooking up in the Pyrex
    My set, my click
    Either getting money
    Or running from homicide trial
    That's if they ain't died yet
    Trying to be rich
    Still I'm pledging allegiance
    A predicate felon, a ghetto leader
    Lending my poetical genius
    To whoever may need it
    I bleed this from Queensbridge
    Now living with my feet up
    Never defeated
    So a president's needed
    Y'know these colored folks and Negroes
    Hate to see one of their own succeeding
    America, surprised us
    And let a black man guide us
    What’s the black pres.
    thinkin’ on election night
    Is it how can I protect my life?
    Protect my wife?
    Protect my rights?
    Every other president was nothin' less than white
    Except Thomas Jefferson and mixed Indian blood
    and Calvin coolers
    KKK is like 'what the f**k', loadin' they guns up
    loadin' mine too, Ready to ride
    Cause im ridin with my crew
    He dies - we die too
    But on a positive side,
    I think Obama provides Hope - and challenges minds
    Of all races and colors to erase the hate
    And try and love one another, so many political snakes
    We in need of a break
    Im thinkin' I can trust this brotha
    But will he keep it way real?
    Every innocent n!gga in jail - gets out on appeal
    When he wins - will he really care still?
    I feel . . .
    Say a prayer for "do we have to?"
    You ain't right, Jeremiah Wrong pastor
    In love with a slave master
    Sincerely yours:
    USA most brave rapper
    Jesse car-jacker
    Uncle Tom-kidnapper
    Ask around
    Bentley Coupe off the Richter
    B!tch-called-life, I pimped her
    What?
    Politics, politricks
    Klan-shooter
    Deacon for defense
    Progress-producer
    Nothing on the stove
    A survival-booster
    Gotta do what we gotta do
    We ain't got no governors coming through - to help
    anything we need done, we gotta do for self
    New-improved JFK on the way
    It ain't the 60's again
    N!ggas ain't hippies again
    We ain't falling for the same traps
    Standing on the balconies
    Where they shot the King at
    McCain got apologies
    Ain't nobody hearing that
    People need honesty