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Little Jermaine Doe, born on the fourth of July
Terror to the suburbs by way of bed stuy
Daddy was a preacher and Momma was a dentist
Kept a tool packed under the sorcerer’s apprentice
6 in the van keeping it authentic
Black rat pack with back packs we all in it
Sack taps and backwards hats we all winning
Lads mags and skinemax we all sinning
And blending in
Nod along to a song “everybody’s heard”
Certain it’s curtains if you’ve never heard a single word
Try to be chameleon
But there’s no concealing
Exotic to chicks, bourgeoisie
That’s a black ceiling feeling
Desperate to be like the ones you momma warned you from
But calling yourself a hard r ain’t never made you one

Who taught your fingers to twist round little brown boy who taught you?
Who taught you the words? Did you find them on your own?

Jermaine fell into the wrong crew
South side of 919 how the gangs do
Black man from a good fam Just tryna fit in
With a culture that preys on misfits
That won’t benefit
I heard dogs throw it up and then go back to it
They called us dogs but we throw it up too ain’t that stupid?
Truth is its Ruthless How they try screw us
Unfair, pegged as squares this culture that never knew us
Tryna funnel us all into the same classes
To live on their own dime, like addicts
Here’s the condition description ignorance and ambition minus contrition
No contradiction between license and inhibition
Bombs blastin, who’s asking? Police captain Purse snatching, bill stashing? Feud caskets,
flag flashing, gas ashes
Jermaine never even broke free First round KO, bloated in the heat

Who taught your fingers to twist round little brown boy who taught you?
Who taught you the words? Did you find them on your own?
It seems our African American community suffers from a strange malady, a tragedy even… to glorify the same things that put them underground
Death, violence, drugs, sex

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from Autumn's End [and Orphaned Friends], released October 31, 2014

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