Sha Stimuli - Coast 2 Coast Weekly 11 lyrics

A lot of us witnessed history
On January 20th as
I watched it I hadi had thoughts like

My president is black and white
My girlfriend is a dollar sign
Everybody's acting like the world
Turned color blind i just lost my appetite
Watching people shuck and jive
Maybe I'm too fucking tight
I should really want to cry
I should feel like I could fly
But instead I feel like I
Shouldn't have to wait for inaugaration
To touch the sky it's so sad
So many years we were stuck behind
And that goes for all people and
They say we're all equal
But we know that's not the truth
They kept changing the Constition and
Kept hoping they'd find solutions
So niggas could stop producing
I don't know if I'm helping
By trying to congure music
To serve as my contribution to
Stopping hip hop pollution
And stop the shooting and
Gang violence and beatings
Momma said that they called the
Police or maybe I'm dreaming
But Martin had dreams too it's my time
The difference is mine rhyme
I wrote a song a year
Ago before the bandwagon started
Before the people gather up on the yard
They said I was retarded
It was called 'Black President'
And it came from my heart
I knew he might be a target
But still he touched us regardless
I saw the faces with inspiration
The cold bodies shaking
The grandmothers that lived through
Jim Crow legislation shit
I can't imagine standing there in they place
But, I won't get happy
I refuse to be just glad and conplacent
Everybody wants to holler "change"
At the same time we getting
Nervous about the Stock Exchange
Holding onto pocket change
Shit is getting clearer while you
Focus on your fears
I'm steady looking in the mirror trying to
Figure out what I can change
My president is colored
My church was in my crib
I guess my Reverend's my mother
But more melanin could suffer
Heard some young kids chatting
Said they wish they wasn't black
And I was pissed for a second
I was mad at they parents
I was mad I was listening
I was mad I was caring
I was angry that my name wasn't Juelz Santana
Or somebody they would honor if I
Pulled up in a Phantom
They would hear me when I'm speaking
And when I'm spitting and when I'm rapping
And you wonder why I'm mad at the Earth
I'm mad at my birth i should have come later
It'd be popping it, it'd be time
I'd be younger, I'd be hotter, I'd be stupid
Never mind