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