Spand

[Intro: film clip/sample]

"But, see now, if you don't know what you're lookin' for, you may not be able to pick up on it, because it's subtle, baby (subtle, baby, subtle, baby...)"

[Verse 1: Black Spade]

Paper chasing

Like a bitch in a race

Out here facing, throw it right in his face

Potential, God-like

Kept me in this place

The elders looking

Saying, "What a disgrace"

[Chorus: Black Spade]

Wreaking of drama

I can tell it's gonna be a long summer

Hope you make it out alive

[Break: film clip/sample]

"I'ma be the bestest, man... you'll be a writer"

"Yeah... you gonna get all the big money though."

"Just hustling for it, doing this game"

"Someday, you're gonna be a big black poet!"

"Nah, his whole game is so dope!

And when you read it, yo' mind will automatically expand!"

[Verse 2: Black Spade]

(Knxwledge... what up, my nigga?)

It is what it is, some fake it 'til they make it

If you can't see I'm not for the bullshit, then you need Lasiks

Opportunity knock, it wanted me to take it

Ball in the fall, even in the coldest winter

They say life's a bitch, well niggas like me get to pimp her

'Cause successful wack motherfuckers will make ya lose your temper

This forever anger like when Bush knocked down the buildings

Just to raise awareness: "Pat fucking Tillman"

That's what he chanted out, right before they fucking killed him

We're ghetto children, bastards born into drama

On the streets of Midwest, where they put llamas to your mama

If I have to go tomorrow, let 'em know that I was dedicated

And make my name a holiday, so they can go and celebrate it

Let 'em know I died trying, even forward meditated

My love for this hip-hop, let 'em know it's complicated

My love for this hip-hop, let 'em know it's complicated

(Uh... get it... it's kind of complicated, y'all...)

[Chorus: Black Spade]

Wreaking of drama

I can tell it's gonna be a long summer

(Get them fans out, my nigga!)

Hope we both make it out alive

(Aye!)

[Verse 3: Black Spade]

'Cause it's the have and the have-nots

Make a nigga want to rob a bank and lick two shots

And the leader and the robots

Saying "don't complain 'bout what you ain't got"

But, fuck that! I been beaten by two cops

Sob story, bring two mops

Don't let me litter, pick it up when my shit drops

'Cause it's... well, it's the beauty in the contrast

Rich, poor, well-off, or is it middle class?

Beyond broke with a gold member ghetto pass

Stamp card in the mail like "Free at last"

Getting drove by the machine, running out of gas

Put your lighters in the air for the unsung

The sufferers, coal miners dying of black lungs

Speak for the ones with no voice or tongues

From yo' hood, to his hood, to where I'm from

[Chorus: Black Spade]

Wreaking of drama

I can tell it's gonna be a long summer

Hope we both make it out alive