The Negro Problem (feat. BJ the Chicago Kid)
Chance The Rapper
They call you Black and you a negro, you sign them kids in school
You ever know them dudes that get mad at a motherfucker, right?
You be talking about, uh, say, black boy
Say man, what you mean: Black?
You know it's dirty when the sink dirty
Nowadays you thirteen you gotta think thirty
Can't be out here sitting waiting on the next man
Wake up early hit your reps cook the eggs, man
Keep your head on a swivel because the pistols got switches on them
And even love sticks got extensions on them
It's out a long way from some whippings, don't it?
It's all the same road with some distance on it
Now it's train police and it's school police
It's gonna be police at the balloon release
Being real that's business as usual here
Look alive you could die at a funeral here
It's a lot of complaints but we just can't follow
Open case shut case still won't solve 'em
The judge said: What? I don't see no problem
The world said: Yup, that's the negro problem
The Negro problem
The Negro problem
The Negro problem
Oh, I'm sick of you, all your man, so despicable
Me, my typical medical journey
Only takes place when it's critical
I know how you get when it's melanated individuals, uh
More clinical trials, more chemicals for our women
Their symptoms seem cynical
Give 'em Tylenol and steal the umbilical scripts
Refillable, hey, if I'm billable and gullible enough to go
Might as well show up in the Tux, you know
Make sure my hearse and my ducks in rows
Cause that bill's gon' rupture your pucks, you know
Malpractice, we still can't file them
I don't know the number, but we just can't dial them
The doctor said: Nurse, I don't see no problem
The world said: Yup, that's a Negro problem
The Negro problem
The Negro problem
The Negro problem
My problem is your problem
Your problem is my problem
My problem is your problem
Your problem is my problem
I'm letting go
When it's time to stay or when to go
Streetlights come home
Stealing shit from the corner store
Remember the first time that you fell in love
Your favorite song on the radio
Hanging out with nowhere to go
It's everything but they never know
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
It's everything but they never know
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
It's everything but they never know
My problem is your problem
Your problem is my problem
My problem is your problem
Your problem is my problem
My problem is your problem
Your problem is my problem
My problem is your problem
Your problem is my problem
My parents was like that, you know, because
In my neighborhood, you know, there used to be some beautiful black men
Would come through the neighborhood dressed in African shit, you know
Really nice shit, you know, and they'd be Peace, love, black is beautiful
Remember the essence of life, we are people of the universe
Life is beautiful, my parents go: That nigga crazy
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