The Talk Lyrics

My life is all I have

A rap a pen a pad

I never met my dad

I only carry cash

So you aint you black you poor

Outside that liquor store

I sat my lil brothers down

Said you should listen more

We live the same life

We stole the same bikes

Only difference between me and them is they aint white

And we was raised right

Out by the streetlights

And we ain't never had no ring but that's where we would fight

The media seem to think you a fiend

And that you only stole from stores cause you was black and a teen

We was rollin up a pack and we would pass to the team

Out in them backwoods we was never lackin the green

We stole from stores cause we was bad ass hoodlums

And we kept on stealin till we got that bad ass whoopin

We was Sittin at the table eatin grandmas cookin

With the tears still fallin from that paddle that was wooden

My life is all I have

A rap a pen a pad

I never met my dad

I only carry cash

So you aint you black you poor

Outside that liquor store

I sat my lil brothers down

Said you should listen more

Look

I know its hard but you can't stop

I know it feel bad to stop for a bad cop

But I'm with you wit my face on the black top

Stay down till we grow into a cash crop

Said you ain't black until you park inside that handicap

Said you a person you my brother you my family man

We made a pool with some water and a trash can

Fuck a hand out fuck Uncle Sammy hands

You perfect and you black

Say fuck the anti-black

I'm my own handyman

Don't need no daddy man

Now I ain't takin credit away where credit is due

But I don't see a disadvantage when I look at you

I see my brother plannin and plottin to get the coupe

And I aint plannin on stoppin until I get it too

Its to the top so fuck a cop and fuck a piggy too

We gettin guap even though we was still skippin school

And you aint crippled acknowledge the way the look at you

That's an advantage the way they underestimatin you

What the fuck they say to you?

The whole world hatin you

When they notice you a king they gone start praisin you

But It's too late for them

I see the hate in them

Somethin that's gone end up breakin them the fate for them

Satans taken em he been waitin to rake em in

While we been layin in this basement that we stayin in

My life is all I have

A rap a pen a pad

I never met my dad

I only carry cash

So you aint you black you poor

Outside that liquor store

I sat my lil brothers down

Said you should listen more