grass aint always greener

ignorance and disobedience send me into a whirlwind of tragedy
catastrophe after catastrophe
its the blind leading the blind up in this piece
obama can't see no better than you or me
and he aint gonna end poverty
but folks seem to think he's the start
of a land full of white folks with big ol' hearts
the white bitch that birthed me, turned on me
so how i can i rely on anybody?
the deed has been done
i trust no one
well, other than the son and the sun
the son played it out perfectly
three, two, one
and i can count on the sun to burn through the ozone layer just like its supposed to
nobody has to say "i told you"
cuz we knew what it was gone do.

but you?
never that
tell me one thing
take it back
sell me a dream
realize im black
and just to get a rise in your pants
you watch the black girl cry
and then you take it back ...
again.

just like the forty acres and that mule my great great grand daddy never seen
and the crown you ripped from the head of the African queen
that i am ...
or rather
was supposed to be.

you and your baggy jeans
all on the hip hop scene
"I got that Busta! I got that T.I.! I got that Wayne!"
what you need to do is pick up a book
and feed your fuckin brain
stop trying to assimilate those that have been dubbed as American's stain
cuz at the end of the day
as hard as you try
the tribulations you go through are entirely different from mine
so you'll never understand what it is to be on this side
of the fence
don't take offense
i'm just being honest.

so understand that when i say that
you cant see me
and that you suck at trying to be me
it's actually because my ancestors were never seen
so i dont even know who im tryna be
cuz i have no idea where i come from
and that's why the grass has never been green
on this side of town

Red Lights ...

She fell and she couldn't get up
Stopped giving a fuck
She had no luck
And no one to trust
All she could ever depend on was lust
She brought it out of every man, woman, and child
Even drove animals wild
With her seductive style
And her Renaissance smile
SEX
Was what they saw, smelled, and felt all over her
She had no idea how or why
But when she looked into peoples eyes
SEX
All she's good for
A natural born whore
Good for nothing
Other than fucking
Cuz whats loving got to do with it?