[Intro]
And it's the same old song I'm singing
This is the same old song I'm singing
And it's the same old song I'm singing
This is the same old song

[Verse 1]
Needed some new kicks so I copped dis pair/ right around the corner from dead stares and despair/ where kids diss pairs/ if they ain't Vis Airs/ the Jumpman will have you jumped and... disappeared/ it's a shame what happened to Devin/ waited two hours out in the rain to get the XIs/ the arraignment's on the 11th/ But Elaine's gonna be in heaven/ so she can't really testify/ against the guy/ who swept his size/ 11s why/ does it have to end this way/ how long has it been this way/ why does the road bend this way/ why don't we pave it in gold/ and go celibate from selling bricks on a yellow brick road/ where we can still get money without sellin' our souls/ our path is trapped in a foot locker where they sellin' them soles/ you paid to get em made, so they sellin' em sold/ to get the Penny's, they penny-pinching/ but I'm no better... not to mention/ that's exactly how I get my pension/ damn

[Hook]
And it's the same old song I'm singing
Nas said it, Kweli said it, Chuck D said it
This is the same old song I'm singing
Mos said it, Common said it, Respiration needs credit
And it's the same old song I'm singing
Dre said it, 'Ye said, Ray said it, Jay said it
This is the same old song

[Verse 2]
Blood is thicker than water/ your girl's dad is mad that you been sticking his daughter/ if you a nigga, it's harder/ for him to wrap his head around/ the fact that she wrapping her head around/ your head and your head is brown/ he grew up in a time when your head was down/ and now your head is up and chest is out/ they never shoulda gave you niggas money, same thing that got Jim Tressel out/ but let the tables Lazy Susan/ turn em around, the game flips, it's a creative way of recruiting/ you mean to tell me if you bred in the gutter/ that you don't have the right to get the bread n the butter/ but you can anoint me, just to exploit me, that really annoys me, it was said, did I stutter/ check the shutter, the lens never closes/ they never stop watching, they just switch up their poses/ like mannequins, heartless and stiff/ but be cautious, they got offers that are hard to resist/ danger

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Life has barely begun/ and they carrying guns/ Hope doesn't exist like the Arian Son/ fiends, drugs, mean mugs, who's the scariest one/ they're only move is to show n prove who's inferior to none/ the government, Gepetto, the ghetto, the curious son/ mere objects in projects, they test their theories for fun/ look what happens when you give em crack and mari-ju-an/ they bring terror to their own squad, it's a serious Pun/ I got one better, let's give em AIDS and put fear in their cum/ they'll still make babies with rabies, it's apparent they're dumb/ until their spirit is done lets make these barbarians run/ give em millions of dollars they'll never share with their sons/ dead beat, red meat, and a pair of them Ones/ and as far as our women, we'll let them marry the ones/ with low esteem, American Dream, bury their funds/ nothing more than love and war, all is fair if you won/ so what's the solution/ tell em televise the revolution/ or continue to tell em why we always losin/ same conclusion