Milk and Eggs - Mr. J. Medeiros

I watched as my parents dreams got foreclosed

Thought of my appearance can we afford clothes

Crazy to be a teen more ashamed to be seen in your jeans/genes

Than to think they were auctioning your home

And thats why they call it a ward-robe

And that’s why our wallets are all closed

When we think of all those orphans no water and no home

Ain’t even got a quarter for chalk to draw those

And thee award goes to… yo, I’m happy for you I’ma let you finish

I got a problem with no Taylor/tailor can you help me fit in

300 $ dollars for a pair just take a selfie in ‘em

Few thousand followers to share in our unhealthy visions

Look around can you compare to our wealth and privilege

Conscious rap it’s a conscious rap

Conscious rap it’s a conscious rap

Pious and pompous high on it’s horses

Find me some causes and I’ll rhyme about that

Right and wrong can’t iron them flat

Writing a song can’t fire a MAC

Got one eye on the sparrow plus an eye on the bat

Gotta find a third eye for the track

Picture me winning a Grammy providing for my family

And then apologizing cus I ain’t black

Well nah I ain’t Mack though I get L’s more with less sales

Rewind it back the mora «L» is get sales

Style the track for the majority who buy it like crack

For a songs the only sure way to fire a Mack

Alright maybe that was out of order

Good cus I’m out of quarters

And awards are just a game you play with credit

So today I pay with credit

Cus my baby’s needing feeding and we out of formula

You know how babies need formulas

Weed, hoes, and some alcoholic buzz

Or deep flows on how those are wrong for us

It’s a need for those who long to trust

Anyone who keeps them from knowing that there all in us

These vices vices meaces mices

We all wanna piece till we mice in vice grips

We all want peace but we fight for rights

Is it black or white when justice calls

To judge us all she adjusts her balls

This hermaphrodite to her bust we crawl

But she tips the scale when the love is gone

When the love is gone the love is gone

Till you find it above below beyond

Till you find it above below beyond

Ok so science dropped that atom bomb

Religion dropped that Adam bomb

You see what happens when reliant on an atoms bond

Find it above below beyond

Find it above below beyond

I was 8 up in that Section 8 and I should mention

Never felt ashamed putting change in that collection plate

Dad would hate when it clanged and that attention

Made it so he refrained from praying in any frame

That was built with the intention to guilt and place blame

To sit still and not face change

I’m saying if this will is free how can we make change

To pay a bill made out in our name

What a shame what a shame what a shame what a shame

All messed up and got no one to blame

All dressed up and got nowhere to claim

I say a human is a human ain’t a human the king

Now who can blame me for my reasons reasons

I get so angry I’m seething seething

Funny they wanna hang me for things I believe in

When it’s the only thing restraining me from kicking their teeth in

They say my music is too shameless must be the text

It’s drive its too aimless plus when you text and drive it’s too dangerous

Must we conceptualize my toons/tunes till its lines are too Danish

And we argue till we all blue in our faces

Till we all the same hue and we viewed as race-less

I said race-less not racists face it

I wanted to be Black Thought but I gotta white face

Tell me can you have black thoughts with a white face

I was brought up on this music taught by its influence

So much I never thought it wasn’t my place

You wanna know my race

Well its against time running rhymes with the hopes that you might chase

I had high hopes in 9th grade see I was reading Malcolm

Till some irate white faced know it alls came pounding

On my thesis with a how come

Sorta cracked my glass bubble like they did with brass knuckles

And I lost two teeth in the outcome

But I was a subject of public housing

Growing up on Public Enemy albums

And I never feared a black planet damn it

All my heroes were black

But it appears all my heroes could rap

Man it’s a mind twist trying to define this

Obsession with the eyes to blind its owner

That’s why I rhyme with I’s cus I’m a loaner

But when it comes to the eyes guess I’m a donor

I got a blue eyed momma a brown skinned pops

Got blue on my collar turning brown when it’s hot

And it’s hot and it’s felt on the days

My credit cards denied for these milk and eggs