Artist: Saul Williams Album: Saul Williams Song: Black Stacey Typed by: kill4747@hotmail.com [Saul Williams] I used to hump my pillow at night The type of silent prayer to help myself prepare for the light Me and my cousin Duce would rank the girls between one and ten and the highest number got to be my pillows pretend Now I apologize to every high ranker But you taught me how to dream and so I also thank you I never had the courage to approach you at school We joked around a lot and I know you thought I dressed cool But I was just covering up, all the insecurities that came bubbling up My complexion had me stuck in an emotional rut Like the time you Flavor Flaved me and you played me "Yo Chuck" They say "I'm too black man", I think I'm too black Mom, do you think I'm too black?, I think I'm too black I think I'm too black, I think I'm too black You're black, you're black, you're black, you're black [Chorus: Saul Williams] Black Stacey, they called me Black Stacey I never got to be myself, 'cause to myself I always was.. Black Stacey, in polka dots and paisley A double goose and bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't faze me I was Black Stacey, the preachers' son from Haiti Who rhymed a lot and always got the dances at the party I was Black Stacey, you thought it wouldn't faze me But it did, 'cause I was just a kid [Saul Williams] I used to use bleaching creme, 'til Madame CJ Walker walked into my dreams I dreamt of being white and complimented by you but the only shiny black thing that you liked was my shoes Now, I apologize for bottling up all the little things you said that warped my head and my gut Even though I always told you not to brag about the fact that your great grand mother was raped by her.. slave master Yeah, I became militant too So it was clear on every level I was blacker than you I turned you on to Malcolm X and Assata Shakur in my three quarter elephant goose with the fur Had the high top fade with the steps on the side Had the two finger ring, rag top on the ride Had the sheep skin, name belt, Lee suit, Kangol acid wash Vasco, chicken and waffle [Chorus: Saul Williams] Black Stacey, they called me Black Stacey I never got to be myself, 'cause to myself I always was.. Black Stacey, in polka dots and paisley A double goose and bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't faze me I was Black Stacey, the preachers' son from Haiti Who rhymed a lot and always got the dances at the party I was Black Stacey, you thought it wouldn't faze me But it did, 'cause I was just a kid [Saul Williams] Hold up y'all, here we go Now here's a little message for you All you baller playa's got some insecurities too That you could cover up, bling it up, cash in and cha-ching it up Hope no one will bring it up, lock it down and string it up Or you can share your essence with us 'cause everythin' about you couldn't be rugged and ruff And even though you tote a glock and you're hot on the street If you dare to share your heart, we'll nod our head to it's beat And you should do that, if nothin' else, to prove that A player like you could keep it honest and true Don't mean to call your bluff, but mother(*fucka*) that's what I do You got platinum chain then, son, I'm probably talkin' to you And you can call your gang, your posse and the rest of your crew And while you're at it, get them addicts and the indigent too I plan to have a whole army by the time that I'm through To load their guns with songs they haven't sung, like [Chorus: Saul Williams] Black Stacey, they called me Black Stacey I never got to be myself, 'cause to myself I always was.. Black Stacey, in polka dots and paisley A double goose and bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't faze me I was Black Stacey, the preachers' son from Haiti Who rhymed a lot and always got the dances at the party I was Black Stacey, you thought it wouldn't faze me But it did, 'cause I was just a kid [Saul Williams] Black Stacey, they called me Black Stacey I never got to be myself, 'cause to myself I always was.. Black Stacey, they call me Black Stacy I'm Black Stacey, oooooh, Black Stacy! Move Black Stacy Groove Black Stacy! Shake Black Stacy! Make, Black Stacy, cry! Cry! No, not I They say I'm too black They say I'm too black Brrrr stick up, ha-ha-ha, stick up Brrrr stick up, ha-ha-ha, stick up