 We ain't ready to see a black president. It ain't a secret or concealed fact. The penitentiary's back and it's filled with blacks. But some things will never change. Try to show another way, but it's staying in the dope game. Now tell me what's a mother to do? Being real don't appeal to the brother in you. You gotta operate the easy way. I made a G today. But you made it in a sleazy way. Selling back to the king. I gotta get paid. But that's the way it is.