This that old American scheme
Let a nigga dream
Let a nigga eat
A piece apple pie
Let nigga think
That he's bigger than
All of the pain inside
Place him on a predastole
With his head in the sky
Now watch him die
Watch him die
They told me boy your so much better
Your not like the others
You gotta do better
You had your father and your mother
So You gotta do better
So we can do better
But when we do better they
There's always some vendetta
They took Martian
Malcom
Huey
And pac
Nipsy hussle just got shot
How many other black men gone get got
We all we got
And we ain't even got that
The ones that smile in your face
Will stab you in the back
Hug your mom at your funeral
In front of your casket
That's a bishop complex
Why you talk like you white
Why smile like you rich
Why acting like you light skin
Why you flinch like a bitch
Nigga they threw us all in the same ditch
Why you feel like you better that everyone else
When everyone else is just trying to live
Yeah
Just that old American scheme
White Picket fences
And lynching
Sunday pickncicks and killing children
Champagne and malt liquor
No matter how hard I try they'll always see me as another nigga
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English
This that old American scheme
Let a nigga dream
Let a nigga eat
A piece apple pie
Let nigga think
That he's bigger than
All of the pain inside
Place him on a predastole
With his head in the sky
Now watch him die
Watch him die
They told me boy your so much better
Your not like the others
You gotta do better
You had your father and your mother
So You gotta do better
So we can do better
But when we do better they
There's always some vendetta
They took Martian
Malcom
Huey
And pac
Nipsy hussle just got shot
How many other black men gone get got
We all we got
And we ain't even got that
The ones that smile in your face
Will stab you in the back
Hug your mom at your funeral
In front of your casket
That's a bishop complex
Why you talk like you white
Why smile like you rich
Why acting like you light skin
Why you flinch like a bitch
Nigga they threw us all in the same ditch
Why you feel like you better that everyone else
When everyone else is just trying to live
Yeah
Just that old American scheme
White Picket fences
And lynching
Sunday pickncicks and killing children
Champagne and malt liquor
No matter how hard I try they'll always see me as another nigga
Let a nigga dream
Let a nigga eat
A piece apple pie
Let nigga think
That he's bigger than
All of the pain inside
Place him on a predastole
With his head in the sky
Now watch him die
Watch him die
They told me boy your so much better
Your not like the others
You gotta do better
You had your father and your mother
So You gotta do better
So we can do better
But when we do better they
There's always some vendetta
They took Martian
Malcom
Huey
And pac
Nipsy hussle just got shot
How many other black men gone get got
We all we got
And we ain't even got that
The ones that smile in your face
Will stab you in the back
Hug your mom at your funeral
In front of your casket
That's a bishop complex
Why you talk like you white
Why smile like you rich
Why acting like you light skin
Why you flinch like a bitch
Nigga they threw us all in the same ditch
Why you feel like you better that everyone else
When everyone else is just trying to live
Yeah
Just that old American scheme
White Picket fences
And lynching
Sunday pickncicks and killing children
Champagne and malt liquor
No matter how hard I try they'll always see me as another nigga
Writer: Marlon Abram
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