Yeah, It's That Easy

Yo, it's a black thing
 Yo, it's a white thing
 If we talk this teach
 We say the wrong thing
 Blackness is blackkness
 Whiteness is whiteness
 Despite this why
 We have to fight between us
 Nothing to discuss
 On the back of the bus
 But a cold stare
 Avoiding contact
 Oblivious to others
 This is the social contract
 Lack of sensitivity
 Lack of sinsibility
 Lack of the notion
 For better compatibility
 I don't fron tnothing
 I am what I am
 I do what I can
 I nod or I shake your hand
 For a greeting
 That's the common and pleasing
 All right, my man,
 Yeah, it's that easy
 Yeah, it's that easy
 As easy as pie
 That shit goes on forever
 So make a conscious try
 To improve, nothing to lose
 But a free ride on
 Some old news
 Your pop says, your ma says
 But their values could be old news
 Not knowing the truth
 Blaming their troubles
 Some problems in the jungle
 On certain races
 And faces
 But I say yo sit
 Just because
 They're different
 You didn't lose your job to
 Some immigrant
 You lost employment
 From corporate exploitment
 Packing up to cash out on
 Mexico's mint
 Stint your vision
 Stunt your growth
 It ain't a land to boast about
 'cause it raised you
 Left you in a daze of
 The vision contrt
 Sacrificing many for the
 Rich man's comfort
 The clouding, the cover-ups,
 The myths, and
 The scandals
 These are the ones
 That destroyed america
 So don't you see hysteria
 I remove with incision
 Pinpointing facts
 Pinpoint precision
 It ain't your fault
 Or mine on the back of the trolley
 We're just people living
 Trying to find quality
 Not cold and windy
 Yes cool and breezy
 All right, my brother
 Yeah, it's that easy
 Yo, you and me used to run ball in the league
 We ran the championship team
 The best they had seen
 But so much to talk about
 Now that we've grown
 We've been in different scenes
 Of a different act
 And in the fact we sold out
 To the social contract
 Meaning we don't hang
 And even worse than that
 I heard your boys
 Fought my boys
 With baseball bats
 And bats lead to ax
 And ax lead to gun
 And gun lead to mothers
 Losing their sons
 I live how I live
 I ain't asking you to try it
 The problem's too big
 To fit me to buy it
 The weight is too heavy
 The length is too long
 Slowing down the everybody get along
 If the teachers were to teach
 Would you listen to the sensei
 Goodnight my brother
 Yeah, it's that easy