I was told cause I didn't witness the whole act. In and out was the movement of the bozack. It was hot and sweaty and lots of pushin. Then the nut came gushin. And it was hell tryin to bail to the ovary. With nuttin but the Lord lookin over me. I was white with a tail. But when I reached the finish line young black male!. One cell made two and two cells made fo'. and so on so now I'm a embryo. Then I got a hunch. that I'ma be on lockdown for nine months. Chillin with my mother to guide me. And nuttin but a stomach to hide me. from all that worry and bullshit. Nine months later I elbow pull and kick. cause my time is up and I don't care. With one big push I'm outta there. June 15th it's just my luck. In 1969 a nigga is the product. "Ghetto ass nigga you ain't shit. and you ain't gon' never be shit!". I learned how to walk and talk and all that. They put me in school but it don't matter. Cause I'm sittin in history. Learnin bout a sucker who didn't give a fuck about me. They try to shape us. But I know Uncle Sam is a motherfuckin rapist. So I stopped payin attention. Ice Cube headed straight to detention. Fuck that shit I roam the hallways. I'm sent home and I don't got all A's. A high school dropout. My father had beef so I tried to knock pops out. But I got tossed he's the boss. I'm out of there and mad cause I lost. Now bein on my own is a factor. So I become the neighborhood jacker. Gimme your car run your jewels. Makin a livin robbin fools. And if I let my nine rang out. You know it'll make your brains hang out. So what's your fate?. Am I the nigga you love or the one you love to hate?. The wrong answer is said the nigga fled. I pump lead now he's in a puddle of red. And if you got a buck you're shit out of luck. Stuck up by the motherfuckin product. "Uh-uh motherfucker you gots to get a job. if you wanna stay in my motherfuckin house". "Many young men reject the traditional values. that are important to their parents.. Church school and family. have been replaced by street turf and gang.". Twenty-one now and paid in full. Feelin bad from all the shit I pulled. on people back in the day. Plus I got a little baby on the way. So I'm tryin to go straight. I'm with my baby's momma out on a date. Til the punk ass cops ran my plate. Now I'm on a bus upstate. "Oh the young nigga done caught a case!". "Sittin in the mess hall sayin my grace" -> LL Cool J. Sent to a concrete hoe-house. Where all the products go no doubt. Yo momma I gotta do eleven. Livin in a five by seven. Dear baby your man's gettin worn out. of seein young boys gettin they assholes torn out. And then he got shanked with a spoon. And he was 'sposed to get out soon. Is it my fault he was caught in production. Where a young black life means nothin. Just because I didn't want to learn your grammar. you say I'm better off in the slammer. And it's drivin me batty. Cause my little boy is missin daddy. I'm ashamed but the fact is. I wish pops let me off on the mattress. Or should I just hang from the top bunk. But that's goin out like a punk. My life is FUCKED!. But it ain't my fault cause I'm the motherfuckin product. "He ain't shit". .