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tyrone's rap - fame lyrics

don’t need no rich b-tch, to tell me which
fork to use, i paid my dues
in a rat-trap building called new york
livin’ off beans, greens, and pork
in a bas-m-nt, tenement,
no one’s got to tell me what it meant
to be black, jack
ace of spades
all the car-wash washers and day-work maids
can’t wash it off, never fades,
it’s who you are until you’re dead
now ain’t that a kick upside the head?
yeah, i know about pryor and portier,
can’t get higher than sugar ray
muhammed ali and doctor j
and 90% of the n.b.a.
reggie jackson, jesse jackson,
michael and mahaliah jackson,
now what’s that got to do with me?
on the street the only thing i see is:
crack dealers, pocketbook stealers,
coke snorters, time square daughters,
eight-year olds who dance for quarters,
and tokes, and two-line blows,
new adidas and stereos!
that’s us! that’s it!
so don’t be tellin’ me all that sh-t!

- fame lyrics

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