Black Males

[Intro: Boogie] It’s no winning if you stuck in a losing situation Thirsty [Verse One: Boogie] Uh, look at us black males Trapped well, crack sales, uh If that fails, you know just how them rat’s tails Your fat bails, watch these niggas turn to Maxwell And start singing, okay, sounding like this sample Problems we can’t gamble, no, problems we can’t handle Tryna grip this shit, in the midst of shit, got niggas pissed as shit We see the light, but we can’t get the shit, cause niggas flick the switch, shit, woo Niggas switching to get rich, somehow I never switch, though Lately, I been boxed in like boxes in them warehouse stock And I guess Stockton ain’t really wanna pass my momma check To the mailman, uh, and that’s hell, fam That’s why I, uh, that’s why I That’s why I be screaming “Fuck what niggas think!” It’s sin up in the breeze and we inhale it, we ain’t saints, uh [Interlude: Epic Must Die] I just want niggas to listen [Verse Two: Epic Must Die] Maaan, he 25, he doing life Ten years of crime, started with a dime His son just turned 6, he ain’t never seen his pops He only seen some pics, shit, his pops ain’t seen him They the spitting image, both of they fathers missing I hope he grow up different, y’all probably think I’m tripping Spitting all this sentimental shit, but really it’s realistic shit That’s how it be, the shit is deep, touching me, you feel this shit? How many niggas think a gun make ‘em bigger? A set make ‘em stronger? A rag make ‘em realer? A homie for a homie, but revenge ain’t gon’ finish that Black-on-black to wearing black at funerals, so remember that Before you pull a trigger, that’s not another nigga Nah, that’s your brother, you still gon’ kill ‘em, huh? Over what? Probably something stupid Typical black males, man, what the fuck is we doing? [Verse Three: Boogie] Yo, is this Halloween or these niggas just phonies? Uh Just look at all these snakes, they dressed up like your homies, uh And free my niggas, we got problems we can’t pinpoint My pen point me straight to the pen that points get you in The wind push me straight to the point, what’s my point? My niggas pinned down, writing to this pen pal Really ain’t no point to that shit, smoke a joint to that shit And we yelling but we silent, ain’t no voice to that shit, man