niggas dying daily

niggas dying daily

but strangely white mugs don't see us

they attribute us to guns and drugs

when I haven't even touched a slug

they don't remember what got us here all they do is look at us in fear

as mothers in the streets shed tears, youngsters are influenced slowly near

they say cracker is derogatory, well thug is a different story.

they tell us we bug when we speak our mind, maybe its because they're scared when we leave softness behind

all I want to do is feel the glory, I think of my role models Pac and Big. And how their shit touched millions.

I am not even thinking of billions.

I am thinking bout the underprivileged and my privilege.

they talk a big game about life liberty and the pursuit of happiness but lord knows niggas ain't getting bliss or yo goddamn happiness.

I take a piss on yo country and yo racist power structure.

I am enthused with Pac because he speaks to me, and how he takes care of the streets for me.

Big is a real nig, he did bad but he's a success story and speaks about life without the fame he possessed.

and I hope me Young Malik, can really speak on issues that plague my life.

in this 'White Man'z World'