Original London Cast of Fame
Tyrone’s Rap
[TYRONE]
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!