And the outfit that I'm wearing brothers dissing it
At first I ignored them 'cause see I know their type
You see I am everyday people
I was a target cause I'm a fashion misfit
Outta nowhere comes the woman I'm dating
Acting like a nigga and get stomped by an African
Investigation maybe she was demonstrating
So they came to test Speech 'cause of my hair-do
Until a group of brothers started bugging out
And like I said before I was mad by then
But he wouldn't stop and I ain't Ice Cube
On my radio tape player box, right
My day was going great and my soul was at ease
And their egos wanna test a brother's manhood
Just loud enough so folks could hear it's hype, see ?
Why, Lord, do brothers have to drill me ?
See I am everyday people
You see I am everyday people
The moral of the story is
But that's the story y'all of a black man
And the loud bright colors that I wear
They got drunk and got guns and they wanna fight
It took three or four cops to pull me off of him
I said please cause I don't like killing Africans
As you might get killed or shot and it's not worth
Disrespecting my black queen
Drinking the 40 oz, going the nigga route
You better look very hard on who you step into
And they see a young couple having a time that's good
'Cause if I start to hit this man they'll have to kill me
Holding their crotches and being obscene
I told the niggaz please let us pass, friend
But I had to take the brother out for being rude
But nevertheless I was pleased
See I am everyday people
But they're squeezing parts of my date's anatomy
Well I stay calm and pray the niggaz leave me be
