Message To The Black Man

[Intro: Tech N9ne]

This song is very close and dear to my heart, man

To be able to say something like this

It takes a hella m**********r to say it

This song is deticated to all my people

It's called "Message To The Black Man"

Check it out

My people you 'posed to be

My people ain't ya

But my people ain't somthin' that I see

Cuz ain't enough of you at my shows

We've been all over the globe

Yeah we makin the dough

But y'all ain't spendin it

My people you 'posed to be

My people ain't ya

But my people ain't somthin' that I see

Cuz ain't enough of you up on my records

And peep at my shows

Y'all don't know that I'm about to become boss

And take control

It started on the slave shift

If field ****s would eventually take the day shift

With house ****s inside loyalty may shift

And it did divide us now we still need a race lift

F**k a face lift I ain't changin my identity

For energy from any that's obscenity

Now in 2000 and 7 we sick and ain't no remedy

Jealousy envy and murderous like you ain't no kin to me

Guess we ain't ***a we go hard in tha paint ***a

Still when you see me out you ain't the one who faint ***a

It's them other mans from them other lands

They listen to me more than my sister and brother man

I could see if I was a wack mother-f****r

Bitchin about the way that my people act mother-f****r

But I do spit my people don't be so fuckin reclusive

Get off your lazy a** like you know somthin about music

My people you 'posed to be

My people ain't ya

But my people ain't somthin' that I see

Cuz ain't enough of you at my shows

We've been all over the globe

Yeah we makin the dough

But y'all ain't spendin it

My people you 'posed to be

My people ain't ya

But my people ain't somthin' that I see

Cuz ain't enough of you up on my records

And peep at my shows

Y'all don't know that I'm about to become boss

And take control

You cry about the way I paint my face

It ain't y'all taste little homie let me state my case

I'm not a devil; a dam jester rumors can fester

Never lift up a demon with an image of my ancestors

African act like you see me when you be traffickin

Laughter when you frowned up at me your hatred is bafflin

You watch American Idol my people my paints is tribal

It symbolizes not evil but the will instilled survival

You ****s be so tuff the moment we roll up

Your upper lip rolled up you hatin me so what

Everyone knows us my city is sold up

My shows crush but y'all don't show up

They say it's more than money b*****s whores

It's funny this is war my people at his door

And I'm knockin meanwhile we rockin

Globally and it's sad man