Ya Strugglin Lyrics by Boogie Down Productions

Ya Strugglin Lyrics

    [kwame toure']
    Africans in america try to identify
    Totally with their master in every respect
    They are the only ones who can not do it
    But they are the ones who will go to all extremes to do it
    * laughing * (check it out) * then laughing some more *
    They can not be disguised
    But they will attempty to disguise themselves

    [krs-one]
    I'm on a search, not for a car or a miniskirt
    But the words i wish to exert
    Will hurt, damage or upset the ego
    You wanna be macho, yeah, but we know the deal
    Jheri curls just ain't gettin it
    Krs-one is only down for pickin it
    Pick the afro, need no soul glo
    Or carefree curls, that's just a no-no
    Where oh where, are all the real men
    The feminine look seems to be the trend
    You got eyeliner on, chillin and maxin
    See you're a man with a spine extraction
    So what i'm askin is plain to see
    Are there any straight singers in r&b?
    All i see, is the light-skinned buffy
    Tryin hard, to be mr. tuffy
    Yet in fact, you're mr. softie
    With the beige contacts on, yo you lost me
    I ain't with it, never will, never have
    How can your son even call you dad?
    Your skin is bleached and your nails you just buffin
    Take a look at yourself man, ya strugglin'

    [kwame toure']
    Africa is so strong, that once she puts a stamp on you
    Four hundred years of cold weather, death,
    And all that fryin your hair shall not disguise you
    As a matter of fact, she is so strong
    That no matter what chemicals you put in your hair
    She will come back and snatch it up
    * audience laughter *

    [krs-one]
    Tell me
    Are you proud man, of who you are?
    Or does your pride come out of a jar
    Cause if you bought it, put it on, or sprayed it on
    I tell you right now, it won't stay long
    Cause if it ain't natural, it ain't kosher
    It's like buyin and wearin a culture
    If that culture ain't yours naturally
    It's his, not yours, actually
    You better wake up and smell the coffee
    Look in the mirror and think mr. softie
    People change, when they are ashamed
    Of how they look or from which they came
    Are you ashamed, of original black?
    If you're not, why does your hair look like that?
    Why is your nose straighter, from surgery?
    I think you're really in a state of emergency
    You're not sane to the african aim
    So you're insane, and you need to obtain
    Any, average rap album sculpture
    And study it, just, to learn your culture
    Even though, you don't think it's music
    It's the blackest you'll ever get so use it
    The blue-eyed black man to me is buggin
    Take a look at yourself man, ya strugglin'

    [kwame toure']
    * audience laughter *
    Yess.. capitalism will confuse these people, have them totally confused
    They will try every way to identify with their masters, every way
    Go to extreme lengths * laughter *, i'm telling you, seriously!
    Capitalism will confuse them y'know tell them the truth's a lie
    I saw a sister the other day and i spoke to her about her hair
    She said, "i don't care what you say, i'm still gonna get my perm!"
    I told her, "it's not a perm, it's a temporary"
    * audience laughter *
    Try in every possible way to identify..

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