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"Lightskinneded" produced by Jay Dee ("African Rhythms" from Welcome 2 Detroit)
So i was out of my mind one day, while I was walking by a circle of young brothers and all of them were talking about girls, guns, money and drugs, you know, the usual subjects. The unusual suspect was me. And because my skin is ill melanin-deficient they felt that it was irrelevant that this country here is free (not really, but you know what I mean). And I can come and go as I please through any neighborhood without papers stating my daddy is from that neighborhood. One of the little niggas steps up to speak and now I take it, that he has mistaken lightness for weakness. And he ain't wanna make it happen. Knew he was wrong, but that peer pressure be stronger than airplane cabins, sometimes. So he swung and missed, I felt bad and nice as I am, let him off with a slap on the wrist, which really meant a kick to the chest. He was surprised, impressed. Before I left, looked him right in his eyes and said, "I had to take my respect, plus your breath". Then I stepped over him and went about my business, on some EPMD/Parrish Smith-ish, rocking it well, just like my nigga James...Ingram...Seagram's Gin & Juice, cognac, put it in a cup and sip it: new weapons of mass destruction for niggas. And I ain't trying to tell you how to live your life, or what's wrong or right, just remember this world is full of people that like to see you stumbling. In a daze, shoelaces untied to prevent you from finishing this amazing race. Raisin in the blazing heat of the sun, days have wasted away, so give praise, thanks and say your grace. I got this game laced like teddy. Y'know? The undergarment. Not Riley or Ruxpin. Clean cut fade, tuxedo and a brooch pinned down to my lapel, still trying to escape hell, looking for the 7.
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