Текст песни Tyrone's Rap - From The Musical " Fame" - The Phantom of the Opera (Original London Cast)

Don't need no rich bitch
Tell me which
Fork to use
I paid my dues
In a rat trap building called new york
Living off greens, beans and pork
In a basement, tenement
No one got to tell me what it meant
To be black, jack, ace of spades
All the car-wash washers and day-work maids
Can't wash it off, it never fades
It's who you are until you're dead
Now ain't that a kick upside the head?
Yeah i know about pryor and poitier
Can't get higher than sugar ray,
Muhammed ali and doctor j
And nighty percent of the nba
Reggie jackson, jesse jackson,
Michael and mahalia jackson
And what's that got to do with me?
On the street the onliest thing i see is
Crack dealers,
Pocketbook stealers,
Coke snorters,
Time square daughters,
Eight-year olds who dance for quarters,
For tokes and two-line blows,
New adidas and stereos
That's us! that's it!
So don't be tellin' me all that shit!