Intro
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Psssshh, I guess niggaz don't realize a good thing til it's gone
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You know what I'm sayin man?
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Runnin around in these streets trickin, shit's hard man
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You know? But sometimes man
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fools be bringin that shit on they god damn self
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Verse One
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Nappy headed nigga stigmatism at birth
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Born to a family of four and so that makes me one-fourth
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of a dysfunctional home
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I had a father who only stayed to see me grown
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When I turned twelve he was gone
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Alone, no role model
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I used to watch my Granddaddy and Uncle hit the bottle
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and then hit each other
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Granddaddy beat Grandmother, but that's before my time
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but I still see how it affected her mind
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As a child I introverted, and drew pictures
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While my mother prayed to Jesus reading King James scriptures
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She used to take me to church so I could put money in the basket
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Tell the preacher how she used to get her ass kicked
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And me, I mastered the art of hatred
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After pops left ran with my niggaz tryin to take shit
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Petty theft, I got caught a few times, but bust it
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Life is a bitch so fuck it
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In eighty-one I remember the night
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I covered myself with baby powder, so my black ass could be light
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Cause God is white, and Bo Derek is a ten
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I hate my black skin, it's just a sin to be a nigga
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Then again, I'm like the Frenchman, cause Granny's creole
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And therefore, we're black French people
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So I think it's best if I go to Catholic school
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And study under nuns and then I'll be a Catholic fool
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Cause none of these cults want none of us up
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and don't none want to see none of us live to be adults, sheeit
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No wonder brothers take lives for red and blue
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It's the evil that men do
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Chorus
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But every nigga on my block
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can't stop, and he won't stop, and he don't stop (repeat 4X)
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Interlude
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Nigga, nigga wake yo' punk ass up nigga!
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Nigga *smack* *smack* wake yo', wake yo' punk ass up!! *siren*
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(Where the fuck we at?) *helicopter*
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Nigga, one time nigga
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(Man I feel strange man, and I'm fin to go man)
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Shit, I'ma get you out, shit, bitches man)
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(Fuck that shit man, nigga what the fuck am I gonna do man?) *siren*
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We go make another gold LP nigga stop trippin nigga
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Nigga we own a gold LP, nigga stop trippin!
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Verse Two
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By the time I hit adolescence and found hair on my nuts
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I grew twelve inches so now it's time to fuck sluts
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Never respected women, just had to keep my dick wet
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Fucked this virgin named Lena, I made a bet
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with my homies I could hit it first, then kicked her to the curb
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til next year, I got a call from my man Kurt
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Since I never used jims I left a seed in the Earth
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that left a nigga feelin like dirt
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Cause now I'm a father, and got a two-week old daughter
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ironically, don't even know her name it's a damn shame
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And ol girl never told me she was havin my baby
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The more I thought about, she fuckin played me
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Cause the family's lookin at me like I raped her
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Plus with another fuckin mouth to feed I need paper
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Did a caper, and took my Guinness Stout to the head
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September 1990, drunk drivin, the light turned red
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Somebody hit from the rear, I hit the brakes
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Then lost control of the steering wheel
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Hit a black Camaro and that's all I remember that night
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I woke up to a five-oh flashlight
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The car that I hit had exploded on impact
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One woman escaped, but the driver was trapped, he burned to death
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Manslaughter, off to C-Y-A
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Liftin weights in the yard and playin spades all day
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Now I'm eighteen, hit the County in the mix
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"Name and last three!" Austin, oh-six-six
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By now Grandpa went crazy and my Uncle had died
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And me I'm at the ranch makin pruno in Wayside
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In ninety-three, I got probation
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Searchin for an occupation, cause now I'm pickin restitution, confusion
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I'm lookin at myself and seein every other nigga I knew
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It's the evil that men do
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Chorus
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Chorus (to fade)
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The Evil That Men Do
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Ras Kass |