The Product
I was told, cause I didn't witness the whole actIn and out was the movement of the bozackIt was hot and sweaty and lots of pushinThen the nut came gushinAnd it was hell tryin to bail to the ovaryWith nuttin but the Lord lookin over meI was white with a tailBut when I reached the finish line, young black male!One cell made two, and two cells made fo'and so on, so now I'm a embryoThen I got a hunchthat I'ma be on lockdown, for nine monthsChillin, with my mother to guide meAnd nuttin but a stomach to hide mefrom all that worry and bullshitNine months later, I elbow pull and kickcause my time is up and I don't careWith one big push, I'm outta thereJune 15th, it's just my luckIn 1969, a nigga is the product
"Ghetto ass nigga, you ain't shit,and you ain't gon' never be shit!"
I learned how to walk and talk and all thatThey put me in school, but it don't matterCause I'm sittin in historyLearnin bout a sucker, who didn't give a fuck about meThey try to shape usBut I know Uncle Sam is a motherfuckin rapistSo I stopped payin attentionIce Cube, headed, straight to detentionFuck that shit, I roam the hallwaysI'm sent home and I don't got all A'sA high school dropoutMy father had beef so I tried to knock pops outBut I got tossed, he's the bossI'm out of there and mad cause I lostNow bein on my own is a factorSo I become, the neighborhood jackerGimme your car, run your jewelsMakin a livin robbin foolsAnd if I let my nine rang outYou know, it'll make your brains hang outSo what's your fate?Am I the nigga you love, or the one you love to hate?The wrong answer is said, the nigga fledI pump lead, now he's in a puddle of redAnd if you got a buck, you're shit out of luckStuck up by the motherfuckin product
"Uh-uh motherfucker you gots to get a jobif you wanna stay in my motherfuckin house"
Twenty-one now, and paid in fullFeelin bad, from all the shit I pulledon people back in the dayPlus, I got a little baby on the waySo I'm tryin to go straightI'm with my baby's momma, out on a dateTil the punk ass cops ran my plateNow I'm on a bus upstate
"Oh, the young nigga done caught a case!""Sittin in the mess hall, sayin my grace" [LL Cool J]
Sent to a concrete hoe-houseWhere all the products go, no doubtYo momma, I gotta do elevenLivin in a five by sevenDear baby, your man's gettin worn outof seein young boys gettin they assholes torn outAnd then he got shanked with a spoonAnd he was 'sposed to get out soonIs it my fault, he was caught in productionWhere a young black life means nothinJust because, I didn't want to learn your grammaryou say I'm better off in the slammerAnd it's drivin me battyCause my little boy, is missin daddyI'm ashamed, but the fact isI wish pops let me off on the mattressOr should I just hang from the top bunkBut that's goin out like a punkMy life is FUCKED!But it ain't my fault, cause I'm the motherfuckin product
"He ain't shit"