Just a ni@@a locked in the white man’s prison

Treat this like my thesis,
Digested the track like a bag of Reese’s Pieces 
All that remained in the booth was a steamy pile of feces,
Rhymes funkier than skunks locked in trunks of old Chevy Caprices,
Remember when pranks conveyed our thanks to crooked polices?
Then the pigs in wigs loved to hassle us niggs,
Drunk with power, I’d see them taking swigs,
Of coffee flavored intolerance and injustice,
Then they’d bum rush us,
Mistreat us, beat us, then bus us,
Chained in a Patty Wagon, we heard them braggin’,
Laughing how they caught us cuz our pants were saggin',
My culture is torture, though God has forgiven,
I’m still just a ni@@a locked in a white man’s prison.