Brown Guys Styles P & Talib Kweli

[Verse 1: Styles P]
I am a brown guy
But don't call me nigga, please
Nigga please, you see that white boy, that's a nigga b
Nigga ain't a color, it's a mindstate, you diggin' me?
Maybe not, I get it tho
But all them white boys blowin' weed they some niggas too
The difference is they got white privileges
Cops will kill me but I doubt that they kill 'em too
This ain't a stab or a jab
But I'm feeling kinda mad they ain't treated like a villain too
His weed is good as mine, his gun bigger than mine
And he motherfucking chilling too
Now if my color make you hate me then I hope you go blind
And can't see what your children do
Now that sound kinda harsh
But you would feel like I feel if you had black children too
Racism make you sad and that shit'll have you mad
Sittin' there with a sick face
A dickface, you a dickhead
And what you gonna to with all the people from a mixed race
America is a sick place (you know)
But we paint it to be good
This is big city talk that we spreadin' worldwide
Coming from a humble nigga coming out a poor hood, ghost