Genesis, chapter eleven, verse ten Explains the genealogy of Shem Shem was a black man, in Africa If you repeat this fact, they can´t laugh at ya
Seem to not take it too well When I tell you that it´s not the reason I fell Then you know just how he felt When you look at how you gave enough chance to sell
All I ever wanted was a chance for myself
Why the fuck do you even speak? It´s not a choice of speech, and it sure ain´t free Wear your braids to keep your edge Stay in your corner, fuck you up, we lost our chill
All you ever wanted was a chance for yourself To represent a thing that we have started to build
Why refresh your soul and my spirit for them? All I ever wanted was a chance for myself
Been chewed up but it makes you proud You´re the dark skinned nigga in a sold out crowd Looking at the girl with the thick, blonde braids And you´re tryin´ to make out what her t-shirt says No one really ever cares what ´thug life´ means They wanna be surrounded but they hate to breathe The air is thick as I plan my escape