[Verse 1: Saul Williams]

I used to hump my pillow at night

The type of silent prayer to make myself prepare for the light

Me and my cousin Duce would rank the girls between one and ten

And the highest number got to be my pillows pretend

Now I apologize to every high ranker

But you taught me how to dream and so I also "Thank Ya"

I never had the courage to approach you at school

We joked around a lot and I know you thought I dressed cool

But I was just coverin' up

All the insecurities that came bubblin' up

My complexion had me stuck in an emotional rut

Like the time you Flavor flaved me and you called me "Yo Chuck"

They say "I'm too black man", I think I'm too black

Mom, do you think I'm too black?, I think I'm too black

I think I'm too black, I think I'm too black

You're black, you're black, you're black, you're black



[Hook: Saul Williams]

Black Stacey, they called me Black Stacey

I never got to be myself, 'cause to myself I always was..

Black Stacey, in polka dots and paisley

A double goose and bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't faze me

I was Black Stacey, the Preachers' son from Haiti

Who rhymed a lot and always got the dances at the party

I was Black Stacey, you thought it would was a phase

But it did, 'cause I was just a kid



[Verse 2: Nas]

Uh, Black Jesus help us - Muhammad (pbuh) guide me

Like Otis Blackwell, wrote hits for Elvis

Made my pen write, my insight as wisely

In flight, she five feet massage, plus got Kelis beside me

Yves St-Laurent shades, Dom P's, entrees

Land where there's palm trees

Louis luggage, truly love it

Truly covered in fragrance, from blazin' that stinky

Rubies like Diallo, red blood on my pinky

I peep this treatment I'm gettin', they actin' real funny

Like I don't belong here, but I'm spendin' real money

And they turnin' up their noses at us, like they can't stand us

Like I ain't a King, so I'm callin' up the Manager

Here comes this black dude, guess they've sent him to handle us

Have the nerve to say - "they don't tolerate no animals"

WHAT?, a sellout coon, he black like me

So we got the hell out the room, I roll with Black Stacey



[Verse 3: Saul Williams]

Now here's a little message for you

All you baller playa's got some insecurities too

That you could cover up, bling it up, cash in and cha-ching it up

Hope no one will bring it up, lock it down and string it up

Or you can share your essence with us

'cause everythin' about you couldn't be rugged and ruff

And even though you tote a glock and you're hot on the street

If you dare to share your heart, we'll nod our heart to its beat

And you should do that, if nothin' else, to prove that

A player like you could keep it honest and true

Don't mean to call your bluff, but motherfucka that's what I do

You got platinum chain then, son, I'm probably talkin' to you

And you can call your gang, your posse and the rest of your crew

And while you're at it, get them addicts and the indigent too

I plan to have a whole army by the time that I'm through

To load their guns with songs they haven't sung, like..



[Hook: Saul Williams]

Black Stacey, they called me Black Stacey

I never got to be myself, 'cause to myself I always was..

Black Stacey, in polka dots and paisley

A double goose and bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't faze me

I was Black Stacey, the Preachers' son from Haiti

Who rhymed a lot and always got the dances at the party

I was Black Stacey, you thought it would was a phase

But it did, 'cause I was just a kid