Back in the day before I was born
My dad came to Canada
With fifty dollars in his hand
This must've been back in 76
When he got the job
Welding things in a trade
they gave him a hand
when they figured he didn't really know how to do
But here we dooooo
From a mission man undercover overseas
He became a working bee
To bring his fam to a better land
The high boss noticed
How good he was
Just like they did when he educated himself to the top of his class
to get special status as secret service thrust bust up your gut
Back then in his new homeland
The big white boss invited him out to his cottage home
Man, was pops surprised
All happy inside like a little boy
Little did he know that when he showed
That man just wanted him to clean the waste and weeds
Around the luxury spot he owned
What a dick
Slavery even then
By race
Given to an Asian man, the immigrant
He couldn't disobey
Cause he needed to keep his job in order to survive
And bring his family over to provide
Don't say we all ain't been played
To be slaves
Of this bigger world
Doesn't matter what colour you are
Colours degrade and fade over time
Major Minorities
Threatening the white man
Think this was centuries ago?
Yea, guess it was
But not so long past
Despite it all
We been grown systematically
By our own individual experiencies
It didn't happen to me
But felt it through the han
I feel it all
Not just for my pops
But for the fathers and mothers
sons and daughters
Everywhere on this globe
Everyone wanna be bosses
Yo my pops has always his own boss
In his mind
And I learned through him
The trade of educating self
Worth over what other people think
Self truth before other people
never take a break
D-Grade Y'all histories get an F
Like Fuck y'all
You did it to yourself.
We in a better world
I love my country better than the rest of them
But I see the creepers
Spreading hate
Cause they never read the papers
They just wanted to make them grades
To earn a dollar over holla
Out
Trading places
Ain't a game
It's real life
It's real life struggles
Unbeknownst to those who grew
With a silver spoon
Richie Rich
Silver spoons
Imagination got us all here
And metaphorically
The hater naysayers
Who say, Who us?
Not us, but them
Not my kind but generations before
Hey, call that growing
But you never grew up
Carbonite gold
Busting out them ashes
To become diamonds
To shine for our kind.
I grew with a silver spoon
Only because of the rust proof life my parents lived
They just trying to give kids a better life than they lived
Don't discriminate
Hustling harder
Never taking a break
Give 'em all a break
Nell Carter/ Vince a protege
These are the breaks
The breakdown
OF once upon a time
Still Today