We used to eat watermelons for sport

We used to hold golf tees in our mouth and pop our eyes way out

Hold our face in the hole at the baseball throw

Got lynched with refreshments for sale at the show

Used to perform at places our people could not go

Used to build the roads, farm the land, shovel the snow

Now you sayin' it's alright that we're degradin' ourselves

Hypin' up dumb shit, never celebratin' ourselves

As if self-destruction didn't drop last decade

Now we're damn near ready to be re-enslaved

Probably die if the mall and the grocery store closed

Never got around to gettin' our own like we supposed to

Goes to show you when you go through more you

Get so tore up you won't do without those who sold you

Move the same old moods to the side for a sec

To where these rappers sound incorrect

I write circles around 'em

Redo they whole songs off the dome

Leave they hooks in place and still clown 'em

Create & Hustle