"You white and I'm Black. If white people have a party tonight and Black people have a party. The party would be 100 percent different. The music. I go to a white restaurant, we integrated today right, you go in a white restaurant, you gotta look all day on the jukebox to find some music-"

"No, no, no. At our party we'll have Aretha Franklin, Stevie Wonder- "

"Hold on, lemme tell ya now. If I go play a jukebox in a white restaurant, anybody Black'll tell ya, you gotta look all over that box for some Black music."

Need that 2000 tatted on me
A matrimony to whеre I learned 'bout
My catеgory
The back and forths of the
Matador shit they trampled on me
Through acrimony and happiness
Through the ceremonies
Where I heard those train tracks sing
Hoopin' through hoops and obstacles
That jeopardized my heart
Corner store chronicles
Daddy said don’t you wander off
Either doggin' a bitch or
Gettin' bitched by a dog
Look
Had my head straight
Lookin' back I shoulda been in
More trouble
Woulda learned more about life
Than I had did in that bubble
Oftentimes I catch myself
Missin that 19th and Erie
Or that crib in Tioga
Had to learn 'bout composure
Cause any second I was down
To tell *blank* to get the toaster
Coulda been a fuckin wanted poster
Really I wanted closure
And the knuckleheads offered that
I wonder if it’s still love when
I go back
Asked me where my momma at
Said they’d get my father and
Blessed to have them both
But I had to grow where the combat at
I am who I am cause they don’t
Do you right as folks of color
We was in the ghetto puttin' in that work
Like Jimmy Butler

Stevie and Diana the mix
I’m hearin' Shrek and Law and Order
And shit
I know her love is legit
The other side was P.E in the whip
I’m smellin' bacon and shit
Ain’t no question that his love is legit
Kim-Ki with the scent
When I had less than a cent
When I bled
I couldn’t stand it when the
Loved ones wept
And I be with the set
Secrets kept, by a bond so tight
That if you spoke then you had
Me as a threat
N***as be ashamed of they past
Try to bring it up and they get mad
Never escapes despite ya bracket of tax
If you wanna fake it off then
It’s fine
But it don’t make you divine
It just lets the people know that you lyin'
Disrespect is where you
Crossin' the line
Talkin' down on the grind
Like you wasn’t me at a point
And time
And if you wasn’t round here at all
Then, don’t even try
You got yours
And, I got mine
Look
Asked me where my momma at
Said they’d get my father and
Blessed to have them both
But I had to grow where the combat at
I am who I am cause they don’t
Do you right as folks of color
We was in the ghetto puttin' in that work
Like Jimmy Butler

"I think that the guilt complex of the American white man is so profound, when you begin to analyze the real condition of the black man in America. Instead of the American white man eliminating the causes that create that condition, he tries to cover it up by accusing his accusers of teaching hate. But actually, they're just exposing him for being responsible for what exists."