I've Always Been A Student, So I

Black Folks Don't Have A Chance, So They Are In The Hood, Dealing Drugs, In A Shoot-out. They Do It Again And One More Time They Are Out.

Cut Throats, Gun Smoke, Dope, And Hoes, Is What Controls Niggas Souls.

I'm Not Complicated At All. I Say Raps That Your Two-year-old Son Can Learn.

There's Certain Classes You Have To Take, Certain Things You Have To Do, Certain Money You Must Have. Then, If You Listen To The Counselors And Social Workers And Everybody Else Talking At You, You Would Think That Once You Got Out Of High School And College, Life Would Be Beautiful. But It's Not.

It's Christmas Time And My Rhyme's Steady Bumpin. Everybody Happy, Hair Still Nappy, Gonna Steal A Gift For My Old Grandpappy.