Ghetto Children Songtext
von Rasheed Chappell

We want decent education for our black people in our community
That teaches us the true nature of this decadent racist society
And to teach black people and our young black brothers and sisters
Their place in society because if they
Don′t know their place in society
And in the world, they can't relate to anything else


Step up, bench hook up, eight story look up
Military mindset, niggas doing pull-ups on the monkey bars
They scars a badge of honor, streets the alma mater
We emerged victorious, valedictorians
The head of the class with liquor soaked livers
Niggas reminisce on the past
Like cash, cars, pussy that they ran through
And old niggas like to whistle when they gamble
It′s inmate music, niggas on the furlow
V.I.P. niggas sipping on Cuervo
Guantanamo days, nights like Morocco
Mind like chronicles, Geronimo Pratt
Domino effect, how we lay 'em all flat
When them pockets get to thinning, niggas itching for a scratch
Pro-black memoirs, Malcolm peeking through the blinds
God by nature, genetically designed
Tools are encoded, embedded in the mind
Kilograms of that uncut, I'm only serving lines
Pure to full dosage, raw to full voltage
Whores on all fours and of course they deep throating
Niggas keep rolling and roasting ′em up
Gunshots and gang signs, niggas tossing ′em up

We all wanna be somebody


That chopped rock, Ziploc, two for five, white top
Hydro, eyes low, watching for that red dot
Pop off, pop cork, champagne bubbly
Fiending for the flake, watch niggas start to dougie
I'm Langston Hughes, steps like Alvin Ailey
Roots like Alex Haley, the composer of sin
I orchestrate and author fate
My feed direct current, no alternate
They scrape the plate empty when it′s time for grub
Mask and glove, nickel plate, pass the snub
You know these young niggas, dumb niggas ride 'round dirty
Never satisfied ′til they riding on a gurney
Journey to the jungle, hear the wolfman howl
When the moon come out and they boom, burn out
Exposed to the masses, victim of the tragic
Semi-automatic, poetic, photographic
Concrete cinema, accompany your mind up
D's showing flicks, trying to pick ′em out the lineup
Candid conversations as I'm waiting on my lineup
Still building with my barber, how the system did Assata
The worth of a soul versus the weight of a dollar
But it falls on deaf ears like the words of a scholar

But let me point this out to you
White people, you should be having this show with one of your own
White people teach that they are the father of medicine
The father of music, the father of history
The father of philosophy, the father of the sciences
The father of all of the disciplines of the world
I think that is a very ethnocentric
And a very racist, white supremacist view
They teach us that angel food cake is white
Devil's food cake is black
You wear white to weddings and you wear black to funerals
It′s not good to lie, buddy, but if you must lie
It′s alright if you tell a little white lie
'Cause one is the black sheep of the family
Blackball you, blackmail you
If I go to the pool room for a little game of pool
You got a white shiny ball on the table
Knocking the hell out of the black ball
The brown ball, the red ball and all the balls of color
And the worst ball on the table is the black ball
If I go to church, you′ve got a blonde haired
Blue eyed, pale skinned white Jesus
When the Bible says that Jesus is a man with nappy hair and black skin
So white supremacy runs throughout every
Phase of white society the world over
So my position on this show this morning
Is not to establish some grandiose and way out black supremacy
But to fight white supremacy and meet it head on