Eddie Murphy Golden Child Hat
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Hey, my man from the audition, right? (Yeah)
Hey, what bit you playin'? (Jimmy)
Oh, so you got Jimmy, congratulations man
Hey I only got one line you know, hey, but that's cool
I'm glad you got four
I would never play that part because of my values
But hey, I'm different, congratulations man, ha ha
(Thank you)
We felt we had to put our foot down
By making Bobby Taylor, exactly
We feel that black actors should not have to accept the stereotype
Roles such as
Crying slaves, tar babies (Tar babies?)
Jungle bunnies (Jungle bunnies?)
And I say that as long as black actors play these roles
They'll never play the Rambo's, 'til they stop playing the Sambo's
(Thank you mist-, thank you)
As I take down my two strand twist
And hit this spliff
Contemplating in conversations with my inner kid
Like, "Did I make you proud?"
"Or did I travel down routes, you wouldn't of did?"
"Tryna get it how I live and did I fuck bitches, you wouldn't of hit?"
Inquisitively searching through vowels in my brain
It isn't simply purpose, we smile through our pain
Tribulations and trials, we contrive to maintain
With only being hours away
I still feel so far from what I defined as my cage
Kept my mind astray
With psilocybin and what was compiled in my safe
Every time a nigga dies his soul gets monetized
Seems we only worth more when not alive
That's why that death clause
Written in fine above that dotted line you signed
I heard it's regular practice, it's probably lies
'Cause if I didn't decline that one point five
My eyes would never not be inside them blinds
Paranoia great as two-pair sequoias
Stay away from hoes who barely know ya', contain composure
Don't be afraid to grow up
Roll up them roaches when you at ya' lowest
It be like that, I know it
How we can target all the accounts to amount new audience
Nigga this my
Faustian bargain, with the devil I made offerings
Like all my favorite artists did and still ain't make it
Ain't that some shit
Not a plaque nor a platinum hit could combat the act of sin
When that door into within, granting me VVS shackles
To tassel my wrists to contractual bids
A freed soul can always be trapped again
Even temptations let David back in gigs
They'll wait patient, faithfully, for your tragic end
It be the ones that even clap at yo' wins
Stay on your pivot and grasp the grass with all ten
Aaron Salt just poured me a glass in my Benz
I wanna teach you the game so bad, but it cost me so much
Everything I had, I gave it my last in hopes of salters
And a mountain of stuff
I never needed, but
When broke I pleaded, when all I fiend for is trust
Feelin' beneath me when at my most egregious and it still won't enough
The shroom dust look just like fish food
The Moons dust covered me in crystals, and granted me safe passage
To inner-Earths most intricate and intimate rituals
The ayahuasca got me in pigeon view
Alibaba me from different dimension pools
Turnin' my living room into a liminal, distant, familiar spoof
Uncouth, but somehow still astute
Unroot every truth I planted
Like figs fallin' from ones that bearin' your fruits
And landed in the palm of your hands to bloom
The plan consumes and you're left with the power to choose
You know the rules, nigga
It's you that bends motherfucker and not the spoon
Rain, sleet and snow, I deliver your mail
I'm a US postman and you can be one too
I deliver peoples dreams
And more importantly
I have the respect and the admiration of the entire community
And that makes me proud
So if you can't take pride in your job
Remember, there's always work at the post office