[Verse 1 – Akin]
Check it out, call him “Lil' Black Tarzan”
Swing boy, sing not, mommy, but amen
Hurry up, dress up, clean shirt, go
End up ShowTime. Wait, shine your shoe off
Bring it back. God don’t love nappy hair
My shit broke the pick, though. Mama I ain’t happy here
See, I be in the zone and can’t remember quotes
To Paul, David, and Matthew. I just woke
Right before the missionary came
To target my back for visionary game
You see, I was missing when they came
The snake in the grass root hissing at a dame like
“Everybody wanna talk my blues can’t walk my shoes”
My pretty black future
Got grey and I bottle up hate, say
“Jesús new to the game, you loser”
[Verse 2 – Cise Star]
So yeah I rock Circa but no I ain’t no skater
I see you cop Jordans, but no, you ain’t no player
For me and what I do is mine, define major
Never was a thug, but hon, I stay laser
Dabble in some good rock—yes I love hip hop
For each to his own—I zone to where the beat stop
Yes, I am a black man living within a white world
I got my education, but no, don’t date no white girls
Never said I wouldn’t, but only for right reasons
Easy to get caught up and then it’s hunting season
Get you in a setup and trying to take your freedom
Ass ain’t getting me down—gimme Lakisha
Pretty Black Future—winners are called losers
But we still striving against those who use us
We still define ourselves by our abusers
Quit doing that shit—we’ll reach heaven sooner
[Verse 3 – Akin]
My money, my plight, my fight, my life, my mics, my shit, my future
My money, my plight, my fight, my rights—take that from me and I’ll shoot ya
Yeah, and paint a pretty black tomorrow
With fear and a chokehold, move immortal
Hurry up—no huddle
My team first-down-bound—no time to cuddle
Yeah, so it’s goodbye to love now
Hello, mean-mug frown—this is how we get down
Yeah, so it’s goodbye to love now
Hello, mean-mug frown—this is how we get down
So how does it feel to be one of the beautiful?
How does it feel to be one of the beautiful?
[Verse 4 – Cise Star and Akin]
So, uh, Jesse Jackson we need some real action
Let’s move these buffoons—fuck the jive turkey taxes
I say it: yes freedom, yes land
No warmonger president, feed Sudan
And yes, we speak change, but don’t do a damn thing
Everyday’s be the same, bullshit still remains
Remain my name—be not Marco Polo
Discover new water. True, I’m Marcus—I flow though
Eh, uh, I do it for the pretty black
Yeah, sir, I do it for the future
Uh, yeah, I do it for the pretty black
Come on, yeah, I do it for the future
