(narration)
"The number of educational assistants that will be back in September has
Gone down and that has some parents worried that students won't be getting
The attention they need"
"We're going to continue the notes from yesterday…."
"Thirteen year old Sharell Reeds says she likes her 8th grade History
Teacher Mr. Midding but isn't sure how long he'll be around. Mr. Midding is
The 10th person to teach this class since school started in September. Ten
Teachers in six months. Many of them weren't there long enough to learn the
Children's names. "
"We don't have to go in a rent shit, we got our own housing, we got our own
Cars, we got our own hoes, we got our own clothes. You know, that's
Simple…new car new house.. Kids get to go to school, private school paid
For courtesy of the mob"

Verse One
What's wrong with Black America
We teach our kids to want a big ole cars
Big ole rims, loud stereo
They fall into a stereotype
That nigga ball but barely read or write
Know right from wrong but wanna get on (whoop)
Black house that be a mama,
No damn daddy, barely keep the lights on
Make forty thou as a school teacher
Fuck wishing upon a star
They educated
They get hit with a bill for a quarter mill
You trippin' my nigga
They teachin' kids, I think you should pay 'em mo
Cause them crack dealers got big bank roll
What I tell my kids
Wanna be a President like Obama
Or to be a dj, like Drama
Packin' they Don Cannon
The money only thing that makes sense
I'm affiliated
My role models was Tupac, P and Papa
Yes lord
As I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I'ma leave my nigga my extra weight
I'ma leave the homie my extra drugs
And all the phone numbers to all the plugs
Should I go to school or should I sell drugs?
That's life in Black America

(narration)
"I don't know…we don't count what we spend, but we know we spend a lot.
You know what I mean.. So we gonna count this money. If it ain't Benjamin or
Franklin or Benjamin Franklin…we paid…. I ain't carry that"
Don't' go broke too quick
Ya dig
You know that that
Don't' go broke too quick
Next month motherfucker gonna be cryin, need to pay my rent, bitch you just
Had six thousand dollars"
(street life is cutthroat)

Verse 2
Street life is cut throat
If you a real nigga, sell dope
You don't go to school, you dropout
And if you step up, you get knocked out
Priority? Nigga what's that?
I'ma buy my baby some Baby Jordans
Fuck paying bills, this more important
I'm chill all day with my niggas, smoking
On section eight? Don't worry, things gonna be straight in a hurry
I'ma rob steal, kill a motherfucker
I drink all day cause my vision blurry
The funny thing when my nigga come home from the penn
We all celebrate
But a nigga come home with a four year degree we don't give a fuck
Cause that nigga's fake and that's real
My nigga, look at what we teach our kids
Rims, jewelry, rims, jewelry, rims, rims
My nigga, look at what we teach our youth
Gold chain, kill a nigga, gold chain, damn
I remember when my favorite rapper said
Fuck school nigga, bang with me
Fuck a job nigga, bang with me
Fuck jail nigga, bang with me
That's life in Black America
That's life in Black America
That's life in Black America
That's life in Black America
Life in Black America

(narration)
"I love my city, I love my niggas no matter how gritty you is"
"Just see getting shot and living was more for my ego, that was more for my
Image, I could, now I could walk around like Superman"
"They show off their scars the way war veterans display Purple Hearts"
"I'm used to this gang banging shit.. I'm used to this street shit"
"These niggas hoods ain't dangerous than mine"
"Gang members like Little J and his crew smoke kush every day"
"Grade A Kush…we smoke so much of this Kush it should be against the law"
"He'll end up dead or in prison"

Verse 3
Dead, in jail or alive come on my nigga it's showtime
Fuck them niggas on the other side of town
Better grab that pump cause it's go time
No rappers, actors or ball players
We a bunch or real niggas trying to ball, player
Flaunt that shit my hood my nigga, they gone come in and take it all player
No stall player
Right now hey, wish a nigga make my day
Fuck 401k, that don't mean shit
My niggas roll around deep with an Ak all day
Better watch out for them sharks, cause they be swimming
Cops come round this motherfucka every time real nigga like me start
Winnin'
They don't care if I'm killin', they just care if I'm shippin'
They don't care if I'm killin'
Long as it's another black man
With another strap man
I could shoot the nigga dead and keep dippin'
Genocide and death
Is we gonna shoot til there's no one left
Sad that we gotta shoot another black man
For some street cred and some hood respect

My favorite rapper said
Fuck school nigga, bang with me
Fuck a job nigga, bang with me
Fuck jail nigga, bang with me
That's life in Black America
That's life in Black America
That's life in Black America
That's life in Black America
Life in Black America
Crack dealer got big bank roll,
My teacher, got no bank roll
Look at what we teach our kids
Rims, jewelry, rims, jewelry, rims, rims

(narration)
"it's was my little brother, it was like the other half of my heart and he
Gone now"
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Black America Lyrics

Emerson Windy – Black America Lyrics