To all my friends.
Makes little difference, brown
black red or white
someone'll teach ya how ta fight.
You're long enough on the down street,
see the new third reich,
dress same, fancy smokers & them spiked-feet.
There'll be the new fifty-cent rapper'
makes not a variation, when a kid
down hit, by a black OR white capper.
U bet, I can spell fitty & even P ditty,
tell me somethin', when your baby lay bleedin'
do they still sound that witty?
Those up the streets got big cars, such n such,
brown, black, red or white.
Us down here still ain't got that rotten damn much.
Yeah baby, they'll even let us rap at our 'raignment,
we give 'em our vote and entertainment.
So we're gonna get change, I'll bet my ass,
some more the same,
just a change in the brass.
Dig, savvy, check it out, word?