Little Black Boy
Put your hands down during class
You don't know the right answer
Sag your pants down past your ass
Do not apply yourself to nothing
Do not plan for anything
You are everything wrong with America
Little Black Boy
You are Black and Stupid
Little Black Boy
You are Stupid and Dumb
Your brand new Jordans won't get you drafted
Your dreadlock hair won't get you hired
Do not bother with college application
You will never live to see age 30
You will not be around to raise your bastard babies
You will never marry your baby momma, you call your
You are just another "will not live long" Lil
Little Black Boy
Your father will never come home from the dopetrack or prison
Your sister having babies and making many baby daddies
Your Mama somewhere being dopesick
Little Black Boy
Uncle Sam got you stuck in Section 8
Don't you move
Not even them unregistered cars you call classics
Don't you move
Not even out your grandma's house
Don't you move
You got next in the dice game
Don't you move
Don't you put your hands down
Lay flat on the concrete ground
You will be just another blood stain
We will only remember until the next
Little Black Boy
Raises his hands