New Nigganomics

They say God gotta plan for all of us
Even my niggas who ain’t wise enough
To make one for they self
They criticize me cause I ain’t fall for it
Want me to make a livin’
I’ll rather kill one for myself
See I’m the motivation to the block boys
Wise men who put me on to the code
And I just kept the rules at the colleges
Student loans to suffice dime bags being sold
Dorm rooms lets get this shit poppin’
Street morals
Innovatin’ with the scraps we were given
And divvied up the plans we got back to the mission
Of packagin’ prescription pills for college students
That had to stay litty
For the test and examinations
I reminisce on all my niggas in the projects
And the standardization
Of the lower class in the process
I think of all my mentors views of progress
Cause is just a circus of pageants and auctions
I see more engineers in the kitchen
Entrepreneurs that sell real estate up in the sewer
Flippin’ pounds of manure
Tryna figure out how to maneuver
I remember the light patches of glue
We had to use when all us grew up
For broken fragments or
Pieces of relationships with our dads
Not learnin’ how to love our brothers
Cause all I feel is hatred in these white man schemes
Deceit in the white woman we lay up on the triple beam
Lust and cunning in our eyesight for the cream
What’s the meanin’!
If cash rule everything around me
When niggas make it rain
And the rest is outchea drownin’
When niggas search for fame
And acquiesce to bouts of clownin’
Giving unlimited power to them niggas
With no sense of boundaries
Are we still a slave?
Still amazed when the give us shame
In subtle forms of discrimination
The moons lit in lala land
And Will Smith won the Oscar for Bagavands
My niggas in the streets is actually dyin’
I’m seeing families broken up
And can’t do anything about it