The Product

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house Many young men reject the traditional values That are important to their parents Church, school and family Have been replaced by street, turf and gang Twenty-one now and in paid full Feelin' bad from all the shit I pulled On people back in the day Plus, I got a little baby on the way So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