Black Stacey
I used to hump my pillow at night
The type of silent prayer to make 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, black, black, black, 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 phase me, I was
Black Stacey
The preachers' son from Haiti
Who rhymed a lot and always got
The dance steps at the party, I was
Black Stacey
You thought it wouldn't phase me
But it did
'Cause I was just a kid

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 the 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 phase me, I was
Black Stacey
The preachers' son from Haiti
Who rhymed a lot and always got
The dance steps at the party, I was
Black Stacey
You thought it wouldn't phase me
But it did
'Cause I was just a kid

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 ching 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 a 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 mothafucka, 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 phase me, I was
Black Stacey
The preachers' son from Haiti
Who rhymed a lot and always got
The dance steps at the party, I was
Black Stacey
You thought it wouldn't phase 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 called me Black Stacey
Ah, Black Stacey
Ooh, Black Stacey
Move, Black Stacey
Groove, Black Stacey
Shake, Black Stacey
Make Black Stacey cry
Cry
No, not I