Yo, it's a black thing   Yo, it's a white thing   If we talk this teach   We say the wrong thing   Blackness is blackkness   Whiteness is whiteness   Despite this why   We have to fight between us   Nothing to discuss   On the back of the bus   But a cold stare   Avoiding contact   Oblivious to others   This is the social contract   Lack of sensitivity   Lack of sinsibility   Lack of the notion   For better compatibility   I don't fron tnothing   I am what I am   I do what I can   I nod or I shake your hand   For a greeting   That's the common and pleasing   All right, my man,   Yeah, it's that easy      Yeah, it's that easy   As easy as pie   That shit goes on forever   So make a conscious try   To improve, nothing to lose   But a free ride on   Some old news   Your pop says, your ma says   But their values could be old news   Not knowing the truth   Blaming their troubles   Some problems in the jungle   On certain races   And faces   But I say yo sit   Just because   They're different   You didn't lose your job to   Some immigrant   You lost employment   From corporate exploitment   Packing up to cash out on   Mexico's mint   Stint your vision   Stunt your growth   It ain't a land to boast about   'cause it raised you   Left you in a daze of   The vision contrt   Sacrificing many for the   Rich man's comfort      The clouding, the cover-ups,   The myths, and   The scandals   These are the ones   That destroyed america   So don't you see hysteria   I remove with incision   Pinpointing facts   Pinpoint precision   It ain't your fault   Or mine on the back of the trolley   We're just people living   Trying to find quality   Not cold and windy   Yes cool and breezy   All right, my brother      Yeah, it's that easy      Yo, you and me used to run ball in the league   We ran the championship team   The best they had seen   But so much to talk about   Now that we've grown   We've been in different scenes   Of a different act   And in the fact we sold out   To the social contract   Meaning we don't hang   And even worse than that   I heard your boys   Fought my boys   With baseball bats   And bats lead to ax   And ax lead to gun   And gun lead to mothers   Losing their sons   I live how I live   I ain't asking you to try it   The problem's too big   To fit me to buy it   The weight is too heavy   The length is too long   Slowing down the everybody get along   If the teachers were to teach   Would you listen to the sensei   Goodnight my brother   Yeah, it's that easy