Lyrics
i don't deny the fact i have no skill
i deny the fact that i have no money to pay the bills
while my homies all chill
im at home worrying about the next toilet spill
I have two baby brothas
and no matter what i can never be there fatha
Im not there motha
i dont have the right or the light
to guide them through the night
while the goverment hate us hispanics
but they don't panic to send us back to our countrys in a casket
They say im to young to think about these big things
but look at all the sh** thats been happening
minoritys lose there jobs
Rich people complain why we go out and rob?
dont forget about all the africans who died in slavery
No one gives a f*** about a n*** s bravery
and all the asains who are stereotype for not knowing english
when we have nobody willing to teach it
While my thesis of peace is considered worthless
why you think us minoritys steal your purses