Verse 1: Saul Williams] I used to hump my pillow at night The type of silent prayer to make myself prepare for the light Me and my cousin Duce would rank the girls between one and ten And the highest number got to be my pillows pretend Now I apologize to every high ranker But you taught me how to dream and so I also 'Thank Ya' I never had the courage to approach you at school We joked around a lot and I know you thought I dressed cool But I was just coverin' up All the insecurities that came bubblin' up My complexion had me stuck in an emotional rut Like the time you Flavor flaved me and you called me 'Yo Chuck' They say 'I'm too black man', I think I'm too black Mom, do you think I'm too black?, I think I'm too black I think I'm too black, I think I'm too black You're black, you're black, you're black, you're black
[Hook: Saul Williams]
Black Stacey, they called me Black Stacey I never got to be myself, 'cause to myself I always was.. Black Stacey, in polka dots and paisley A double goose and bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't faze me I was Black Stacey, the Preachers' son from Haiti Who rhymed a lot and always got the dances at the party I was Black Stacey, you thought it would was a phase But it did, 'cause I was just a kid
[Verse 2: Nas] Uh, Black Jesus help us - Muhammad (pbuh) guide me Like Otis Blackwell, wrote hits for Elvis Made my pen write, my insight as wisely In flight, she five feet massage, plus got Kelis beside me Yves St-Laurent shades, Dom P's, entrees Land where there's palm trees Louis luggage, truly love it Truly covered in fragrance, from blazin' that stinky Rubies like Diallo, red blood on my pinky I peep this treatment I'm gettin', they actin' real funny Like I don't belong here, but I'm spendin' real money And they turnin' up their noses at us, like they can't stand us Like I ain't a King, so I'm callin' up the Manager Here comes this black dude, guess they've sent him to handle us Have the nerve to say - 'they don't tolerate no animals' WHAT?, a sellout coon, he black like me So we got the hell out the room, I roll with Black Stacey
[Verse 3: Saul Williams] Now here's a little message for you All you baller playa's got some insecurities too That you could cover up, bling it up, cash in and cha-ching it up Hope no one will bring it up, lock it down and string it up Or you can share your essence with us 'cause everythin' about you couldn't be rugged and ruff And even though you tote a glock and you're hot on the street If you dare to share your heart, we'll nod our heart to its beat And you should do that, if nothin' else, to prove that A player like you could keep it honest and true Don't mean to call your bluff, but motherfucka that's what I do You got platinum chain then, son, I'm probably talkin' to you And you can call your gang, your posse and the rest of your crew And while you're at it, get them addicts and the indigent too I plan to have a whole army by the time that I'm through To load their guns with songs they haven't sung, like..
[Hook: Saul Williams] Black Stacey, they called me Black Stacey I never got to be myself, 'cause to myself I always was.. Black Stacey, in polka dots and paisley A double goose and bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't faze me I was Black Stacey, the Preachers' son from Haiti Who rhymed a lot and always got the dances at the party I was Black Stacey, you thought it would was a phase But it did, 'cause I was just a kid
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