Nas, The Last Poets - Project Roach lyrics

It is absolutely silly, and unproductive
To have a funeral for the word "nigga"
When the actions continue
We need to have a movement
To resurrect brothers and sisters
Not a funeral for niggers
'Cause niggers – don't die

Uh, yeah yo, I'm creepy and crawlin'
In your sink and your toilet
I be drinkin' from your spit
Anything 'cause I'm more or less
An insect with four legs people come in
I fake dead
Correction: I got eight legs, climbin'
On top yo' plate, bed
Wherever I smell food
It could be even jail food
Stale food that's molded, a roach
Is what I am, fool
The ghetto is my land, fool
I'ma never be able to fly like a bumblebee
Try not to be underneath
Your sneaker, pitiful creature
I'm not afraid of
Your pesticide or RAID 'cause
In heaven's my Creator
I love it when the light's
Off, eating from same knives, forks
From, any man's dinner, see my antennas
You can't win
You can't stand the crunchy sound I make
If you squash me, learn to live with me
How much your roach motel costin'
You in the city?
But yo, we everywhere, check your house good
I bet we there look there
Niggers are like roaches – they're
Never gonna go away
Learn from them what we should not become
'Cause niggers – don't die