This is a song about "You are very black"

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

How you let a black boy set you

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

Or you will be discovered in a very bad condition.

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

Across the news are young black males, no stroke of luck,

The white and black are fighting back, explode like space comets,

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

You were like sir that's very rude,

So before i go, you should harvest food

The very next day, "hey fab, i'ma kill you!"

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

So many young black males are incarcerated in jail,

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

And if i do go you better come through

And you should know that my very last thought was you