Coast 2 Coast Weekly 11

[Intro] [Sha Stimuli talking]:
A lot of us witnessed history on January 20th. As I watched it I had...I had thoughts like...

[Verse]:
My president is black and white
My girlfriend is a dollar sign
Everybody's acting like the world turned color blind
I just lost my appetite, watching people shuck and jive
Maybe I'm too fucking tight, I should really want to cry
I should feel like I could fly, but instead I feel like I
Shouldn't have to wait for inaugaration to touch the sky
It's so sad
So many years we were stuck behind
And that goes for all people and they say we're all equal
But we know that's not the truth
They kept changing the Constition and kept hoping they'd find solutions
So niggas could stop producing
I don't know if I'm helping by trying to congure music
To serve as my contribution to stopping hip hop pollution
And stop the shooting and gang violence and beatings
Momma said that they called the police or maybe I'm dreaming
But Martin had dreams too
It's my time
The difference is mine rhyme
I wrote a song a year ago before the bandwagon started
Before the people gather up on the yard
They said I was retarded, it was called 'Black President'
And it came from my heart
I knew he might be a target but still he touched us regardless
I saw the faces with inspiration, the cold bodies shaking
The grandmothers that lived through Jim Crow legislation
Shit
I can't imagine standing there in they place
But I won't get happy, I refuse to be just glad and conplacent
Everybody wants to holler "change"
At the same time we getting nervous about the Stock Exchange
Holding onto pocket change
Shit is getting clearer while you focus on your fears
I'm steady looking in the mirror trying to figure out what I can change
My president is colored
My church was in my crib
I guess my Reverend's my mother
But more melanin could suffer
Heard some young kids chatting, said they wish they wasn't black
And I was pissed for a second, I was mad at they parents
I was mad I was listening, I was mad I was caring
I was angry that my name wasn't Juelz Santana
Or somebody they would honor if I pulled up in a Phantom
They would hear me when I'm speaking
And when I'm spitting and when I'm rapping
And you wonder why I'm mad at the Earth
I'm mad at my birth
I should have come later
It'd be popping it, it'd be time
I'd be younger, I'd be hotter, I'd be stupid
Never mind