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sha stimuli - sticks and stones lyrics

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verse 1

my daughter’s first word was “b-tch!”

she said it kinda low

her moms got mad i said, “i’m glad it wasn’t ho”

both of them are hurtful i know she don’t even know

she just heard some people saying it and we just let it go

that’s not a true story

but it could be, i could be a father with dilemmas

if i had a lil emma or a crystal or a hollis or a blue

and she called herself a bad b-tch

when she was only two

am i a b-tch n-gg-? my wife a n-gg- b-tch?

we was walking down the street, her backside kinda switched

and this dude driving by with his crew inside the whip

yelled a phrase that i said in the past, it had me sick

he said, “yea i’m looking at your b-tch -ss n-gg-

she got a fatty, what you gon do? b-tch–ss n-gg-!”

you know how many times i seen a thick -ss chick with

her man walking by and thinking i could hit that quicker? i’m rude

so when this dude said it i was stunned

my girl was unaffected, i wished i had my gun

i stood there for a second, she gave me a hug and as i watched them

drive off laughing i felt bugged

now back to you

your son says n-gg- and he’s only six

your nine-year-old just called her teacher a b-tch

kevin hart says it, you don’t even flinch

paula deen says it, now you feel like willie lynch

who’s willie lynch? this ain’t a history lesson

i’m not here to try to convince you, i just think it’s depressing

that when a rich n-gg- wants you and your n-gg- can’t do nothing for you, these hoes ain’t loyal, we sing with aggression it’s like

chorus

sticks and stones break bones but

sticks and stones break bones but

sticks and stones break bones but

sticks and stones break bones but

we be dying over words

verse 2

words are sounds that we give extra strength

the past that we lived makes our present tense

slavery made economic sense

so when i use to say n-gg- i guess i was on the fence

it’s vital so i’m thankful for the cycle where my moms cramps

allowed her to give birth to my strong rants

and now you seeing me leak my freedom of speech

it’s creepy that drake can say n-gg- but his moms can’t

maybe that’s unfair

maybe what i’m saying is just going in one ear…

and sliding out the other

words you call a random chick you wouldn’t call your mother

what if we replace the n-word with brother?

or king or beloved i just think i had enough of me riding the fence with it

i’m getting intense with it, on songs they censor it

we all so sensitive

chorus

jay-z/oprah interlude

beat switch

verse 3

i’m tired of saying n-gg-

i’m tired of getting mad if somebody else says we n-gg-rs

i’m tired of trying to make up the rules so we can figure out if it’s

ok for someone to say it

i know jay said it’s cool if we use it, we changed it, i get it

racism’s the issue, and the nation is dismissive

and kendrick came with the knowledge that its origin is royalty and hopefully we take the whole connotation and switch it

but sometimes i hoop with caucasians on the court

and when i say, “you fouled me n-gg-!”

i get caught

giving extra thought

if he said it back then we probably would’ve fought

it would be his fault

i’m tired of seeing memes saying, “n-gg-s be like”

and “b-tches be like,”

it’s a sickening sight

but i always read ’em and sometimes i laugh

the president’s racial background’s combined with half

of whiteness

as i write this

i find my path

being conflicted, like i’m curing the symptom and not the sickness

understand the -n-logy

like you get rid of the sneeze

without attacking the allergy

so the problems keep occurring when you treat ’em so casually

and the brown people become a casualty

maybe i’m racist, prejudice kinda

cause i had a white girl offer head and v-g-n-

but we went to see django, switched my whole angle

left the movie theater like, “you devil and liar i hate you”…

i said, “i’m just playing,”

but maybe i’m for real a little

i’m just saying

you want something serious, this is a dumb statement

but my family would throw me up under the bus station

the old heads, aunts and uncles would call me stupid

and my black friends would throw mad shade

shade is useless

since you’re pale girl, you need the sun, i’m being foolish

look, i promise i don’t care about them, but see the music

that we listen to it’s filled with stereotypes

if i play “n-gg-s in paris” and you hear it, get hype

and say, “i love this song!” and you spit it precise

but you can’t say the t-tle, if you did i’d be tight

i can’t marry you, i’m scared of you, and shawty i am brave

how can we watch the help or twelve years a slave?

without me wanting to hit you

i promise you i got issues maybe i just really need to be saved pray for me

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