Artist/Band:
Big K.R.I.T.
Lyrics for Song: Another Naive Individual Glorifying Greed & Encouraging Racism
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Big K.R.I.T.
[Intro]
(I want you all to go to your windows
Go to your windows and yell out
Scream with all the life that you can muster up inside
your bruised, assaulted and battered bodies:
"I am sick and tired of being a n*gga!")
[Hook]
I don't wanna be another n*gga
Tell the government
I don't wanna be another n*gga
Tell them white folk
I don't wanna be another n*gga
Tell them black folk
I don't wanna be another n*gga
Tell the world
I don't wanna be another n*gga
[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]
Waitin' with my hands out
Broke in the hood, they give a damn 'bout
Braggin' to my homies 'bout the hoes I f*cked
Drinkin' bottles after bottle, plus I smoke too much
I never had a job that would pay me well
I took what I could cause they gave me hell
Spend what I stole on some clothes and kicks
My ex-girl say I won't amount to sh*t
But she suck and f*ck when my car roll up
Tried to f*ck her sister but she talk too much
Her mama shake her head whenever I come 'round
Whatever high I had when I saw her might come down
I barely go to church but I say I will
I bow my head right before I eat my meal
The world's f*cked up and they claimin' I'm to blame
It's a damn shame, cause
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Waitin' on a play to come through
Chillin' with my homeboys plottin' on you
Watchin' movies how to come up quick
Recruiting young n*ggas I can come up with
Barely read books, but they down to shoot
Live life breakin' rules, they got something to prove
Parents ain't around they got nothing to lose
Wave the tool on a fool for some brand new shoes
Little child runnin' wild in the streets
Wanna be a G so he look up to me
Try to hit the block and make a name
Claim he caught a body now he got it and he feeling all the same
Till the family of the victim come knocking
Millin' through the corners of the ghetto till they shot him
Youth still dyin' and they claimin' I'm to blame
It's a damn shame, cause
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Always tryna' sell you something
Don't really know sh*t, but tryna' tell you something
Tap dance if you want him to
Coulda' fed the hungry but he bought them jewels
Won't ever look back cause he gotta keep movin'
Even if he leave his own people bamboozled
Takin' credit like he did it by himself
Too much pride to realize that he really had help
Always judge a man by his wealth
He ain't me so he can't feel how I felt
He saw me walkin' and he ain't look back - too scared
We make eye contact:
So he can he didn't see me when he drove by
And I could say he didn't see me and it's alright
He just want the fame from the game, it's a shame
I bet he think I'm just another n*gga
[Hook]
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