Black America Lyrics - Singles - Emerson Windy

(narration) 

"The number of educational assistants that will be back in September has gone down and that has some parents worried that students won't be getting the attention they need" 

"We're going to continue the notes from yesterday...." 

"Thirteen year old Sharell Reeds says she likes her 8th grade History teacher Mr. Midding but isn't sure how long he'll be around. Mr. Midding is the 10th person to teach this class since school started in September. Ten teachers in six months. Many of them weren't there long enough to learn the children's names." 

"We don't have to go in a rent shit, we got our own housing, we got our own cars, we got our own hoes, we got our own clothes. You know, that's simple...new car new house..kids get to go to school, private school paid for courtesy of the mob" 

Verse One 

What's wrong with Black America 

we teach our kids to want a big ole cars 

big ole rims, loud stereo 

they fall into a stereotype 

that nigga ball but barely read or write 

know right from wrong but wanna get on (whoop) 

black house that be a mama, 

no damn daddy, barely keep the lights on 

make forty thou as a school teacher 

fuck wishing upon a star 

they educated 

they get hit with a bill for a quarter mill 

you trippin' my nigga 

They teachin' kids, I think you should pay 'em mo 

Cause them crack dealers got big bank roll 

What I tell my kids 

Wanna be a President like Obama 

or to be a DJ, like Drama 

Packin' they Don Cannon 

the money only thing that makes sense 

I'm affiliated 

my role models was Tupac, P and Papa 

yes lord 

as I lay me down to sleep 

I pray the lord my soul to keep 

if I should die before i wake 

I'ma leave my nigga my extra weight 

I'ma leave the homie my extra drugs 

and all the phone numbers to all the plugs 

should I go to school or should I sell drugs? 

That's life in Black America 

(narration) 

"I don't know...we don't count what we spend, but we know we spend a lot. you know what I mean..so we gonna count this money. If it ain't Benjamin or Franklin or Benjamin Franklin...we paid.... I ain't carry that" 

don't' go broke too quick 

ya dig 

you know that that 

don't' go broke too quick 

Next month motherfucker gonna be cryin, need to pay my rent, bitch you just had six thousand dollars" 

(street life is cutthroat) 

Verse 2 

Street life is cut throat 

If you a real nigga, sell dope 

You don't go to school, you dropout 

and if you step up, you get knocked out 

Priority? Nigga what's that? 

I'ma buy my baby some Baby Jordans 

Fuck paying bills, this more important 

I'm chill all day with my niggas, smoking 

On section eight? Don't worry, things gonna be straight in a hurry 

I'ma rob steal, kill a motherfucker 

I drink all day cause my vision blurry 

The funny thing when my nigga come home from the penn 

we all celebrate 

but a nigga come home with a four year degree we don't give a fuck 

cause that nigga's fake and that's real 

My nigga, look at what we teach our kids 

Rims, jewelry, rims, jewelry, rims, rims 

My nigga, look at what we teach our youth 

Gold chain, kill a nigga, gold chain, damn 

I remember when my favorite rapper said 

fuck school nigga, bang with me 

fuck a job nigga, bang with me 

fuck jail nigga, bang with me 

That's life in Black America 

That's life in Black America 

That's life in Black America 

That's life in Black America 

Life in Black America 

(narration) 

"I love my city, I love my niggas no matter how gritty you is" 

"Just see getting shot and living was more for my ego, that was more for my image, I could, now I could walk around like Superman" 

"They show off their scars the way war veterans display Purple Hearts" 

"I'm used to this gang banging shit.. I'm used to this street shit" 

"These niggas hoods ain't dangerous than mine" 

"Gang members like Little J and his crew smoke kush every day" 

"Grade A Kush...we smoke so much of this Kush it should be against the law" 

"He'll end up dead or in prison" 

Verse 3 

Dead, in jail or alive come on my nigga it's showtime 

Fuck them niggas on the other side of town 

better grab that pump cause it's go time 

No rappers, actors or ball players 

we a bunch or real niggas trying to ball, player 

Flaunt that shit my hood my nigga, they gone come in and take it all player 

no stall player 

right now hey, wish a nigga make my day 

Fuck 401k, that don't mean shit 

my niggas roll around deep with an Ak all day 

Better watch out for them sharks, cause they be swimming 

Cops come round this motherfucka every time real nigga like me start winnin' 

They don't care if I'm killin', they just care if I'm shippin' 

They don't care if I'm killin' 

long as it's another black man 

with another strap man 

I could shoot the nigga dead and keep dippin' 

Genocide and death 

is we gonna shoot til there's no one left 

sad that we gotta shoot another black man 

for some street cred and some hood respect 

My favorite rapper said 

fuck school nigga, bang with me 

fuck a job nigga, bang with me 

fuck jail nigga, bang with me 

That's life in Black America 

That's life in Black America 

That's life in Black America 

That's life in Black America 

Life in Black America 

crack dealer got big bank roll, 

my teacher, got no bank roll 

look at what we teach our kids 

rims, jewelry, rims, jewelry, rims, rims 

(narration) 

"it's was my little brother, it was like the other half of my heart and he gone now"