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I wasn't a nigger and I didn't live in Harlem
Didn't hang out with the West coast boys
He did not wear loose robes or trousers
Gold chains with crosses and wrist watches
I never had a gun in my pocket
And in schools and colleges I did not spread drugs
I didn't rap on the street I didn't participate in battles
And my hair is not in dreadlocks
I didn't use cannabis admiring Bob Marley
I was surrounded by ordinary plain white guys
I didn't grow up in an African ghetto
And in my homeland it is more often winter than summer
I didn't drive cool cars to the sound of hip-hop
Yes I have a white ass not a black jopa
Not a member of the Black Panther movement"
I am a child of another time I do not set the West as an example
Not a racist not an anti Semite not a Russophobe not a nationalist
More like a romantic hippie beatnik a pacifist bugger
Did not participate in workers ' rights strikes
Didn't join a Union didn't do business
Not with mafia bosses not with bandits not with the authorities
I also don't consider myself a part of it
As a lone wolf apart from everyone I am
But with nature in harmony on the wings of the wind I fly
I do not teach life something vparivaya brainwashing
I don't chase fame and likes in the network
I don't have any followers or friends
From silence from loneliness from insomnia baldeyu
And you have reached your goal sky high peaks
Had the glory of the success zazvezdilsya chin
Screaming about injustice Yes, some sort of change
About racism and the Dole sung to the society on the stages
You had your own label and recording Studio
Cool cars guns drugs girls daddies
Everyone listened to you you were something of a Messiah
But Harlem new York America is no match for Russia
This isn't California or Florida or Texas
Here no one will write a prescription for therapeutic ganjubas
Here everything comes with tears with pain with sweat and blood
But for some reason we do not come to you from Russia with love
It's good for us to nibble seeds with beer next to the bench
Poke around in the garden or in the garden with a hoe rake and watering can
We have our own values our own mentality and our own RAP culture
We have any difficult teenager will shut up your black-ass travakura
Yes you were once a star on our TV screen
Clips were played by The Changes Fuck of your mama
I have nothing against you worthy of respect
But this does not depend on anyone's opinion
Type about the dead well or at all not say
But few people know and remember you from the current guys
They have suitcases basts goofs and dots in their heads
A parody and this is just the beginning
Berries sweets are still ahead of everyone.
This is how people's brains are being destroyed these days
Yes you did lyrics and music with soul in your time
I tried to plant a useful smart and bright seed in my soul
But apparently I forgot myself having reached the heights of Yes recognition
Left at the peak of his career in the dawn of years as talents require
You were not comfortable for many people in politics and for your rap environment
In the end there were still levers of pressure
Yes, and you made it rhyme their fate in verse
You were taken out of your beautiful life with a shot BANG
After all all who soar in their glory high
Sooner or later they will fall to the ground anyway
Rest In Peace rest in Peace dude
You are alive in your music and in our hearts Shakur Amaru Tupac