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Born and Bred

Goshen ghettofied, born and bred Yeah, I’m the teen darkie with the big nose and the nappy head Rolling with my homies on an asphalt bounce, with the music on blast Yeah, we’re the young darkies with the big lips ... American society outcasts As ministers of menace, we preach dem chickens gon come back one day at last, and lay some righteous eggs from the past We’ve been called: Wall Street squatters and ivory house doubters We’ve been caged disproportionately and dispassionately When they feel our riot rage, only then do they ever wanna truly civilly engage When they feel the anger heat, only then do they nervously open the door of the cage Skid marks on our backs ... concrete jungle death-trap metal violence burn Skid rows across the tracks ... poverty check delivered on a low-income tax return America’s always bragging about how they benevolently set their beloved slaves free But from this darkie’s point of view, the invisible chains of racism ain’t never been off me That’s what these monkey big eyes see Gorilla glue truth is super strong sticky My peeps and me, like I said: We’re born and bred, Goshen ghettofied Gospel truth be told: It’s commonly believed, and the ghetto pain never lied — on the day we were inner-city born, the certificate said it was the day we died