Black President (Album Version|Edited)

And though it seems heaven sent

We ain't ready to see a black President

Yes We Can Change the World

Change the World

They Said

They forgot us on the block

Got us in the box

Solitary confinement

How violent are these cops

They need an early retirement

How many rallies will I watch

I ain't got it in me to March

I got a semi to spark

The game's in a drought

Public housing projects

Cooking up in the Pyrex

My set my click

Either getting money

Or running from homicide trial

That's if they ain't died yet

Trying to be rich

Still I'm pledging allegiance

A predicate felon a ghetto leader

Lending my poetical genius

To whoever may need it

I bleed this from Queensbridge

Now living with my feet up

Never defeated

So a president's needed

Y'know these colored folks and Negroes

Hate to see one of their own succeeding

America surprised us

And let a black man guide us

What's the black pres

Thinkin' on election night

Is it how can I protect my life

Protect my wife

Protect my rights

Every other president was nothin' less than white

Except Thomas Jefferson and mixed Indian blood

And Calvin coolers

KKK is like 'what the f**k' loadin' they guns up

Loadin' mine too Ready to ride

Cause I'm ridin with my crew

But on a positive side

Of all races and colors to erase the hate

And try and love one another so many political snakes

We in need of a break

I'm thinkin' I can trust this brotha

But will he keep it way real

I feel

Say a prayer for do we have to

You ain't right Jeremiah Wrong pastor

In love with a slave master

Sincerely yours

USA most brave rapper

Jesse car-jacker

Uncle Tom-kidnapper

Ask around

Bentley Coupe off the Richter

Btch-called-life I pimped her

What

Politics politricks

Klan-shooter

Deacon for defense

Progress-producer

Nothing on the stove

A survival-booster

Gotta do what we gotta do

Anything we need done we gotta do for self

New-improved JFK on the way

It ain't the 60's again

Nggas ain't hippies again

We ain't falling for the same traps

Standing on the balconies

Where they shot the King at

McCain got apologies

Ain't nobody hearing that

People need honesty