* We used to eat watermelons for sport  We used to hold golf tees in our mouth and pop our eyes way out  Hold our face in the hole at the baseball throw  Got lynched with refreshments for sale at the show  Used to perform at places our people could not go  Used to build the roads, farm the land, shovel the snow  Now you sayin' it's alright that we're degradin' ourselves  Hypin' up dumb shit, never celebratin' ourselves  As if self-destruction didn't drop last decade  Now we're damn near ready to be re-enslaved  Probably die if the mall and the grocery store closed  Never got around to gettin' our own like we supposed to  Goes to show you when you go through more you  Get so tore up you won't do without those who sold you  Move the same old moods to the side for a sec  To where these rappers sound incorrect  I write circles around 'em  Redo they whole songs off the dome  Leave they hooks in place and still clown 'em  Create & Hustle