*Introduction* James Baldwin Speech

Verse 1
Hard times got me feelin some type of way/ havin the right to pay, the system tryin to lift up, the hold they got on my license plate/ What I liked to say, or liked to add, memoirs of a righteous slave/ They denounce my name then kiss my ass/ Fear favors my facial features, in a cornfield, with a Korn feel, feelin like a freak on a leash/ this force field I put on til they free me/ Say a boss here a pornstar, or hermaphrodite in a foreign car, though he act polite, tryin to fuck us with low pay/ I asked him twice for a fuckin raise, with a fuck-you face he said *Deep Pitch Voice* "Not tonight"/ I wanna go nuts and scream fuck this place, I save hoes with a fuck-you cape/ Exchange clothes at the good will, my main girl's like a suction tank, to my bank account/ Ya see high school was daycare, I graduated to reality/ What the fuck you think I take care of myself with this type salary?/ I know it ain't fair, it don't baffle me, been 8 years since I smiled/ Or maybe it's just the atrophy, but okay here I go, from real far, I hope fakes near/ Comin real hard, enough to make 8 kids like an octamom but I'm an octagod with 8 heads eatin 8 rappers at the same time/ They say starve I say nah/ Cuz I don't feel ya'll//

Chorus
I find it hard just to sleep at night/
I think the reaper bit me/
Takin deep breaths tho I'm dead inside/
Taunting karma, hoping she won't mind/
If I fuck the world just three more times, tryin to free my mind/
I hope the preacher hear me (Repeat 3xs)
Cuz I represent
I hope the preacher hear me (Repeat 3xs)
Cuz I represent

Verse 2:
From a far cry came a close call, I seen it with hawk eyes/ Although small, in need of a sure shot, so of course I, found a new cause for condensation/ Contemplatin suicide it could be the truist of lies that kills my patience/ In the backyard tryin to stack cards while in fact more of my problems stay intact while my deck collapses/ All I ask for is a picket fence and a condo with a flat screen, about five rooms and internet for the kids, investing my intellect with a carnote/ Though they hate me, still I fall for they embraces, yet they all know I do it for the love, the fame? Not that sure so I keep it moving/ From B'more to Largo, to DC til they see on MTV or that Park show on 106/ All I want it kicks for my babygirls but this crazy world we live tryin to fade me, could be any worse I ask/ Kiss my ass, just know who said it first, and know who said it last and I know what I say hurts nigga//

Chorus (Repeat)