The Negro Problem (Clean)

They call you "Black" and you a negro; you sound like kids in school
You ever know them dudes that get mad at a motherfucker, right?
You be talking about, uh, say, black boy
Say, man, what you mean, "Black"?

You know it's dirty when the sink dirty
Nowadays you thirteen; you gotta think thirty
Can't be out here sitting, waiting on the next man
Wake up early, hit your reps, cook the eggs, man
Keep your head on a swivel; them pistols got switches on 'em
Even lil sticks got extensions on 'em
It sound a long way from some whippings, don't it?
It's all the same road with some distance on it
Now it's train police and it's school police
There'll be police at the balloon release
Being real, that's business as usual here
A lot of complaints but we just can't file 'em
Open case, shut case, still won't solve 'em

The judge said, "What? I don't see no problem"
The world said, "Yup, that's the Negro problem"

The Negro Problem
The Negro Problem
The Negro Problem

Oh, I'm sick of you; all your minions so despicable
Me, my typical medical journey
Only takes place when it's critical
I know how you get with melanated individuals, uh
More clinical trials, more chemicals for our women
Their symptoms seem cynical
Give 'em Tylenol and steal the umbilical scripts
Refillable, hey, if I'm billable and gullible enough to go
Might as well show up in the tux, you know
Make sure my hearse and my ducks in rows
'Cause that bill gon' rupture your bucks, you know
Malpractice—still can't file 'em
We all know the number but we just can't dial 'em

The doctor said, "Nurse, I don't see no problem"
The world said, "Yup, that's a Negro problem"

'Cause it's your problem (The Negro Problem)
Even though we're the same we don't feel your pain (The Negro Problem)
'Cause it's your problem (The Negro Problem)
Even though it's in your face, we don't share your pain

My problem is your problem
Your problem is my problem
My problem is your problem
Your problem is my problem

'Cause it's kick a niggas ass, or let 'em go
Know when it's time to stay or when to go
Streetlights say when to come home
Stealing shit from the corner store
Remember the first time that you fell in love?
Your favorite song on the radio?
Hanging out with nowhere to go?
It's everything but they never know
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
It's everything but they never know
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
It's everything but they never know

My problem is your problem
Your problem is my problem
My problem is your problem
Your problem is my problem
My problem is your problem
Your problem is my problem
My problem is your problem
Your problem is my problem

My parents was like that, you know? Because
In my neighborhood there used to be some beautiful Black men
They'd come through dressed in African stuff, you know
Really nice stuff, saying, "Peace, love, Black is beautiful
Remember the essence of life; we are people of the universe
Life is beautiful"
My parents go, "That nigga crazy"
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