Letra da Música Black President de Nas

They forgot us on the block
Got us in the box
Solitary confinement
How violent are these cops?
They need an early retirement

How many rallies will I watch?
I ain't got it in me to march
I got a semi to spark
The game's in a drought
Public housing, projects
Cooking up in the Pyrex
My set, my click
Either getting money
Or running from homicide trial
That's if they ain't died yet
Trying to be rich

Still I'm pledging allegiance
A predicate felon
A ghetto leader
Lending my poetical genius
To whoever may need it
I bleed this from Queensbridge
Now living with my feet up
Never defeated

So a president's needed
Y'know these colored folks
And Negroes
Hate to see one
Of their own succeeding
America, suprise us
And let a black man guide us

What's
The black pres thinkin'
On election night
Is it how
Can I protect my life?
Protect my wife?
Protect my rights?
Every other president
Was nottin' less than white

'Cept Thoman Jefferson
And mixed indian blood
And calvin coolers
KKK is like 'what the fuck'
Loadin' they guns up
I'm loadin' mine too
Ready to ride
Cause i'm ridin'
With my crew
He dies
We die too

But on a positive side
I think Obama provides
Hope
And challenges minds
Of all races and colours
To erase the hate
And try and love one another
So many political snakes
We in need of a break

I'm thinkin'
I can trust this brotha
But will he keep it way real?
Every innocent nigga in jail
Gets out on appeal
When he wins
Will he really care still?
Say a prayer
For "do we have to?"
You ain't right
Jeremiah Wrong pastor
In love with a slave master

Sincerely yours
USA most brave rapper
Jesse car-jacker
Uncle Tom-kidnapper
Ask around
Bentley Coupe
Off the richter
Bitch-called-life
I pimped her
What?

Politics, politricks
Klan-shooter
Deacon for defense
Progress-producer
Nothing on the stove
Your survival-booster
Gotta do what we gotta do
We ain't got no governors
Coming through to help
Anything we need done
We gotta do for self
New-improved JFK on the way

It ain't the 60's again
Niqqas ain't hippies again
We ain't falling
For the same traps
Standing on the balconies
Where they shot the King at
McCain got apologies
Ain't nobody hearing that
People need honesty