I’m Black Scarface

[Verse 1]
They try to take advantage of a nigga 'cause I'm black
They lookin' at me strange so I'm lookin' at they ass back
I got a little problem so I'm writin' you a note
A letter to the KKK from the black folks
I'm tryin' to get it on, tryin' to check the grip
And there goes officer cracker tryin' to sink my fucken battleship
Turnin' on his flashers, callin' up the dogs
Now my Lexus Coupe is flex surrounded by the hogs
Snatchin' out my seats, tellin' me I sell dope
Am I on probation or parole? I tell 'em fuck no!
Tell me mister officer, what's the problem?
What's the matter?
Why you gotta treat us like scum? Is it that a
Nigga's doin' a tad bit better than you?
And brutality is all that you crackers can do
And mark me up for resistin' yo ass
When in reality officer friendly kicked my ass, damn!
You overflex your authority too
Put your foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boot
So I can run it in reverse
You can treat me like God, and I can treat you like dirt!
The 22 years I been here I saw
Motherfuckers disrespect God before they disrespect the law
But yo I gots ta diss 'em
'Cause I refuse to be misled by this ungodly system
Mister president I beatin' on yo back do'
I make yo mind doin' rap but I'm black doe... nigga