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Outta Sight Outta Mind

DJ Magic Mike, T-Isaam
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So I go back to my Black roots and spend my Black loot Wear my Black suit and kick my Black boots This is my neighborhood So I help my neighbor as all Blacks should I come back to give back to the flats of the Blacks But I feel smacked when I look at the lack of support Never short of a sport when the court let 'em walk But they ran so I talk street slang from the streets where I came I remain but the same, ain't a damn thing changed In the game just a name as I look through the window pane I see shame, what a shame Now I gotta walk back, walk back down the sidewalk Back down the back streets Backyard cause I'm back, way back, never back off Back off me Back in the back room, back seat I repeat, back in the back room, back seat I repeat, back in the back room, back seat How'd you meet back then, back when, back again Black men came back, turned your back on the Blacks Get backslapped All you Black athletes going to white schools All you Black athletes going to white schools All you Black athletes going to white schools Now all the white schools get all the revenues Who's confused? Refuse to choose Now you're abused every day, you lose Would not acknowledge, help the Black college Help the Black college, help the Black college I see brothers and sisters just as they missed the train I feel pain, cause I see down my family tree Not enough Black universities So the money that we earn, we might as well burn If we give it to those who really are concerned With higher education for the Black population Feeling constipation from the shit that we're taking Like George Washington or Abraham Lincoln Now they got you thinking there's some kind of link In between them and us that allows us to bust To all of the schools so we can be fools Follow their rules and learn from the news But that's bad news, that's bad news Now I gotta walk back, walk back down the sidewalk Back down the back streets Backyard cause I'm back, way back, never back off Back off me Back in the back room, back seat I repeat, back in the back room, back seat I repeat, back in the back room, back seat How'd you meet back then, back when, back again Black men came back, turned your back on the Blacks Get backslapped Six million dollar man Six million dollar Black man Watch the Black man, see how he runs Watch the Black man having much fun Watch the Black man, where is he from? Watch the Black man, see how he runs From the Blacks still back in the back He's still Black but Black don't attract Fat contracts from the pack of the tracks So you cross but your cross gets cracked Burnt to a crisp cause you didn't resist And now you wish you didn't claim mixed Trick, trick them, you didn't trick me Cause you didn't use your money for Black families You didn't speak out when your voice was the loudest And didn't build homes when your ghetto was the crowded Be like you, won't you be like me? And give something back to the Black community Now I gotta walk back, walk back down the sidewalk Back down the back streets Backyard cause I'm back, way back, never back off Back off me Back in the back room, back seat I repeat, back in the back room, back seat I repeat, back in the back room, back seat How'd you meet back then, back when, back again Black men came back, turned your back on the Blacks Get backslapped