Tyrone's Rap Lyrics - Fame

Don't need no rich bitch, to tell me which 

Fork to use, I paid my dues 

In a rat-trap building called New York 

Livin' off beans, greens, and pork 

In a basement, tenement, 

No one's got to tell me what it meant 

To be black, Jack 

Ace of spades 

All the car-wash washers and day-work maids 

Can't wash it off, never fades, 

It's who you are until you're dead 

Now ain't that a kick upside the head? 

Yeah, I know about Pryor and Portier, 

Can't get higher than Sugar Ray 

Muhammed Ali and Doctor J 

And 90% of the N.B.A. 

Reggie Jackson, Jesse Jackson, 

Michael and Mahaliah Jackson, 

Now what's that got to do with me? 

On the street the only thing I see is: 

Crack dealers, pocketbook stealers, 

Coke snorters, Time Square daughters, 

Eight-year olds who dance for quarters, 

And tokes, and two-line blows, 

New Adidas and stereos! 

That's us! That's it! 

So don't be tellin' me all that shit! 

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