The Product

Текст песни ICE CUBE - The Product <br/> I was told, cause I didn’t witness the whole act<br />In and out was the movement of the bozack<br />It was hot and sweaty and lots of pushin<br />Then the nut came gushin<br />And it was hell tryin to bail to the ovary<br />With nuttin but the lord lookin over me<br />I was white with a tail<br />But when I reached the finish line, young black male!<br />( )<br />One cell made two, and two cells made fo’<br />And so on, so now I’m a embryo<br />Then I got a hunch<br />That i’ma be on lockdown, for nine months<br />Chillin, with my mother to guide me<br />And nuttin but a stomach to hide me<br />From all that worry and bullshit<br />Nine months later, I elbow pull and kick<br />Cause my time is up and I don’t care<br />With one big push, I’m outta there<br />June 15th, it’s just my luck<br />In 1969, a nigga is the product<br /><br />&quot;ghetto ass nigga, you ain’t shit,<br />And you ain’t gon’ never be shit!&quot;<br /><br />I learned how to walk and talk and all that<br />They put me in school, but it don’t matter<br />Cause I’m sittin in history<br />Learnin bout a sucker, who didn’t give a fuck about me<br />They try to shape us<br />But I know uncle sam is a motherfuckin rapist<br />So I stopped payin attention<br />Ice cube, headed, straight to detention<br />Fuck that shit, I roam the hallways<br />I’m sent home and I don’t got all a’s<br />A high school dropout<br />My father had beef so I tried to knock pops out<br />But I got tossed, he’s the boss<br />I’m out of there and mad cause I lost<br />Now bein on my own is a factor<br />So I become, the neighborhood jacker<br />Gimme your car, run your jewels<br />Makin a livin robbin fools<br />And if I let my nine rang out<br />You know, it’ll make your brains hang out<br />So what’s your fate? <br />Am I the nigga you love, or the one you love to hate? <br />The wrong answer is said, the nigga fled<br />I pump lead, now he’s in a puddle of red<br />And if you got a buck, you’re shit out of luck<br />Stuck up by the motherfuckin product<br /><br />&quot;uh-uh motherfucker you gots to get a job<br />If you wanna stay in my motherfuckin house&quot;<br /><br />&quot;many young men reject the traditional values<br />That are important to their parents.<br />Church, school and family<br />Have been replaced by street, turf, and gang.&quot;<br /><br />Twenty-one now, and paid in full<br />Feelin bad, from all the shit I pulled<br />On people back in the day<br />Plus, I got a little baby on the way<br />So I’m tryin to go straight<br />I’m with my baby’s momma, out on a date<br />Til the punk ass cops ran my plate<br />Now I’m on a bus upstate<br /><br />&quot;oh, the young nigga done caught a case!&quot;<br />&quot;sittin in the mess hall, sayin my grace&quot; -&gt; ll cool j<br /><br />Sent to a concrete hoe-house<br />Where all the products go, no doubt<br />Yo momma, I gotta do eleven<br />Livin in a five by seven<br />Dear baby, your man’s gettin worn out<br />Of seein young boys gettin they assholes torn out<br />And then he got shanked with a spoon<br />And he was ’sposed to get out soon<br />Is it my fault, he was caught in production<br />Where a young black life means nothin<br />Just because, I didn’t want to learn your grammar<br />You say I’m better off in the slammer<br />And it’s drivin me batty<br />Cause my little boy, is missin daddy<br />I’m ashamed, but the fact is<br />I wish pops let me off on the mattress<br />Or should I just hang from the top bunk<br />But that’s goin out like a punk<br />My life is fucked!<br />But it ain’t my fault, cause I’m the motherfuckin product<br /><br />&quot;he ain’t shit&quot;