Too many of our brothas are on that white shit
Yeah, that nasty white shit
And it ain’t nothing nice
It’s got our men leaving their queens
And their beautiful brown babies
And for what?
For some nasty white shit?
It’s fucking with their heads
It’s got our men believing that Black ain’t beautiful
It’s like they are brain dead
Why brothas, why?
Why are you on that white shit?
Because it’s taboo?
It will destroy your mind
It’s dictating your opinion about your own kind
That white shit is the worst drug there is
It’s got you seeing things that’s not there
Distortions
Hallucinations
Shhh, what’s that she say?
Nigger this!
Nigger that!
Whenever you are away
It’s no hallucination, brotha
It’s your blue eyed angel in disguise
She’s got you hypnotized
Because you’re on that white shit
Poor fool!
You’ve got the fever
You’re just another believer
But it’s cool my kings
When you’re ready for intervention
We’ve got the little brown pill
That will heal you and instill
Pride in your own
And put you back on your thrown
So with my fist in the air I declare
To all my brothas
And you better hear me good
You need to come back to your hood
And leave that white shit for good.
