Patience (Jesus Wasn't White)

[Verse One] Main bitch thick, mistress is a waif Never interact cause they live in different states Never custom on the plates That’s some shit I can't afford Specially when im rollin’ in my daddy’s old ford, oh lord The return of the golden era Shoot game like bow and arrow The line between survival and slittin' yo throat is narr(a) I might just wear a, pair of Sweats when I clock in today If I get fired ain't no sweat, I hate it anyway Fuck what you say You wan get paid? You gotta get it in Just like SAs that’s workin 9 to 5 then 6 to 10 I have the realest conversations with my nigga friends They treat us shady for the shadin’ of our pig-a-ment So keep perpetuatin' stereotypes But you know the shit that’s comin' through your stereo tight Life’s a bitch, you just gotta lick the areoles right Can’t say everything is gravy, but for now its just fine [Chorus] Jesus wasn't white, and his daddy wasn't either So I hope we sound alike When you blast me in your speakers If it's blasphemous then you can kiss my ass and tell your preacher All I ask is you keep following the leader [Verse 2] I told my niggas never trip, if you trip then you fall I told my momma peace for summer, ill visit in fall Dawg, but now its autumn, she oughta become mo smarter And realize her sons and daughter done all been brought up to wander I got high today, mind was on them cosmos like wanda Tryna be a leader, the Cheadle to yo Rwanda Racin' to get grown up since the winter With the Movement of a student of master splinter Ninja I hope they bench you the way that you play My generation is lame Jaded and lazy, but hey I think I might be the same This much im certain about All my definitive traits are things I’d be perfect about Fuck it though perfect is out and workin is out of style Restless and reckless but nonetheless I feel forced to smile Should I fight or should I throw the towel The only thing I want from life is that its worth my while [Chorus] Jesus wasn't white, and his daddy wasn't either So I hope we sound alike When you blast me in your speakers If it's blasphemous then you can kiss my ass and tell your preacher All I ask is you keep following the leader [Verse 3] Diversity was a curse to me Them token niggas helped to paint that picture so perfectly I play that uncle tom then get nothing but courtesy But when they hear my song then they ready to murder me Its been that since early, see In middle school Switched to that richer school Where I looked like the lunch lady and not the principal And all the pretty young ladies thought that my pick was cool Then touch my hair and get scared, cause it resembled wool I was the blackest sheep actually, no pun intended I stood out, got put out, of class and in detention And then suspension, that’s just a pinch of what made me different 401k and pensions, ranges, benzs maids in kitchens All of which I was missin’, thought I was missin’ out I thought I went without cause I ain't have a bigger house I had to figure out that they would never treat me right To have an easy life, they would have to bleach me white Bigotry still alive, but best believe we fight Strive for the prize or at least to have police be nice But that ain’t never gon’ happen so all I do is laugh And tell these racist ass crackers to kiss my nigga ass [Chorus] Jesus wasn't white, and his daddy wasn't either So I hope we sound alike When you blast me in your speakers If it's blasphemous then you can kiss my ass and tell your preacher All I ask is you keep following the leader