Peter Cetera Follow

Intro

Psssshh, I guess niggaz don't realize a good thing til it's gone

You know what I'm sayin man?

Runnin around in these streets trickin, shit's hard man

You know? But sometimes man

fools be bringin that shit on they god damn self

Nappy headed nigga stigmatism at birth

Born to a family of four and so that makes me one-fourth

of a dysfunctional home

I had a father who only stayed to see me grown

When I turned twelve he was gone

Alone, no role model

I used to watch my Granddaddy and Uncle hit the bottle

and then hit each other

Granddaddy beat Grandmother, but that's before my time

but I still see how it affected her mind

As a child I introverted, and drew pictures

While my mother prayed to Jesus reading King James scriptures

She used to take me to church so I could put money in the basket

Tell the preacher how she used to get her ass kicked

And me, I mastered the art of hatred

After pops left ran with my niggaz tryin to take shit

Petty theft, I got caught a few times, but bust it

Life is a bitch so fuck it

In eighty-one I remember the night

I covered myself with baby powder, so my black ass could be light

Cause God is white, and Bo Derek is a ten

I hate my black skin, it's just a sin to be a nigga

Then again, I'm like the Frenchman, cause Granny's creole

And therefore, we're black French people

So I think it's best if I go to Catholic school

And study under nuns and then I'll be a Catholic fool

Cause none of these cults want none of us up

and don't none want to see none of us live to be adults, sheeit

No wonder brothers take lives for red and blue

It's the evil that men do

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But every nigga on my block

can't stop, and he won't stop, and he don't stop (repeat 4X)

Interlude

Nigga, nigga wake yo' punk ass up nigga!

Nigga *smack* *smack* wake yo', wake yo' punk ass up!! *siren*

(Where the fuck we at?) *helicopter*

Nigga, one time nigga

(Man I feel strange man, and I'm fin to go man)

Shit, I'ma get you out, shit, bitches man)

(Fuck that shit man, nigga what the fuck am I gonna do man?) *siren*

We go make another gold LP nigga stop trippin nigga

Nigga we own a gold LP, nigga stop trippin!

By the time I hit adolescence and found hair on my nuts

I grew twelve inches so now it's time to fuck sluts

Never respected women, just had to keep my dick wet

Fucked this virgin named Lena, I made a bet

with my homies I could hit it first, then kicked her to the curb

til next year, I got a call from my man Kurt

Since I never used jims I left a seed in the Earth

that left a nigga feelin like dirt

Cause now I'm a father, and got a two-week old daughter

ironically, don't even know her name it's a damn shame

And ol girl never told me she was havin my baby

The more I thought about, she fuckin played me

Cause the family's lookin at me like I raped her

Plus with another fuckin mouth to feed I need paper

Did a caper, and took my Guinness Stout to the head

September 1990, drunk drivin, the light turned red

Somebody hit from the rear, I hit the brakes

Then lost control of the steering wheel

Hit a black Camaro and that's all I remember that night

I woke up to a five-oh flashlight

The car that I hit had exploded on impact

One woman escaped, but the driver was trapped, he burned to death

Manslaughter, off to C-Y-A

Liftin weights in the yard and playin spades all day

Now I'm eighteen, hit the County in the mix

"Name and last three!" Austin, oh-six-six

By now Grandpa went crazy and my Uncle had died

And me I'm at the ranch makin pruno in Wayside

In ninety-three, I got probation

Searchin for an occupation, cause now I'm pickin restitution, confusion

I'm lookin at myself and seein every other nigga I knew

It's the evil that men do

Chorus

Chorus (to fade)