Black Stacey - 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 pillow’s 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 «You're 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

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 preacher’s 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

I used to use bleaching creme

Til Madam C.J. 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

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 preacher’s 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

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 everything 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 its beat

And you should do that, if nothing else, to prove that

A player like you could keep it honest and true

Don’t mean to call your bluff, but motherfucker that’s what I do

You got platinum chain then, son, I’m probably talking 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

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 preacher’s 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

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 Stacey

I’m Black Stacey, oooooh, Black Stacey!

Move Black Stacey

Groove Black Stacey!

Shake Black Stacey!

Make, Black Stacey, cry!

Cry!

No, not I

They say I’m too black

They say I’m too black

Brrrr stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick 'em

Brrrr stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick 'em