Young Black Male - Pac Div

This is the story of a young black male

Tryna dodge the cemetery and the over packed jail

Whyoooo oh oh

Whyoooo oh oh oh oh

This is the story of a young black male

Tryna dodge the cemetery and the over packed jail

I don’t sell no crack, I don’t stand on no corner

Got my life in order.

No wife, no daughter

No house that I own, but the house I call home

Is my mama’s with a couch that pulls out when its on

And I still do my thang yo, life ain’t a game yo

Still on a search for that gold under the rainbow

Back in high school I used to have a nice game yo

Now I work at a grocery store stocking draino

Dang yo, damn yo

Little black sand boat

My boss is gonna make me flip out, like Rambo

But I can’t though, gotta set the right example

For these other young black males

Cause I’m the mantle

I’m the mantle, but if I think about it

300 years ago, I would’ve been in shackles

Watch cops pull us over

High beaming lights, they gon pull us to the shoulder

Tryna meet a quota

Hem you up, vultures

No sudden moves, they gon say you got explosives

Damn these niggas bogus

I’m dippin in the focus

Got my check, tryna hit the bank for the close it

Young black males always seem to fit the culprit

Make a U-turn, 10−4 and they on it

Have you on the most wanted

Call it all a mix up

When its time to go home, and they shifts up

Now I’m 30 minutes late, tryna pick my chick up

Didn’t even get to see LeBron light them Knicks up

That’s some shit huh?

Mannnn, I can’t figure this out

My car payments due soon, so is rent for the house

And I can’t miss this month or they’ll be kickin me out

My landlord ain’t hearing me out, I’m on my own

Bout time tho, I used to get on mama’s last nerve

I ain’t tryna wrap burgers ma, I’m tryna rap words

I ain’t tryna get murdered, I ain’t tryna stack furs

I ain’t tryna grab yo ass girl, I’m tryna grab hers (Oops)

Sorry got sidetracked, let me get to my rap

Let me show you that was my