[Intro: film clip/sample]
"But, see now, if you don't know what you're lookin' for, you may not be able to pick up on it, because it's subtle, baby (subtle, baby, subtle, baby...)"

[Verse 1: Black Spade]
Paper chasing
Like a bitch in a race
Out here facing, throw it right in his face
Potential, God-like
Kept me in this place
The elders looking
Saying, "What a disgrace"

[Chorus: Black Spade]
Wreaking of drama
I can tell it's gonna be a long summer
Hope you make it out alive

[Break: film clip/sample]
"I'ma be the bestest, man... you'll be a writer"
"Yeah... you gonna get all the big money though."
"Just hustling for it, doing this game"
"Someday, you're gonna be a big black poet!"

"Nah, his whole game is so dope!
And when you read it, yo' mind will automatically expand!"
[Verse 2: Black Spade]
(Knxwledge... what up, my n***a?)

It is what it is, some fake it 'til they make it
If you can't see I'm not for the bullshit, then you need Lasiks
Opportunity knock, it wanted me to take it
Ball in the fall, even in the coldest winter
They say life's a bitch, well n***as like me get to pimp her
'Cause successful wack motherfuckers will make ya lose your temper
This forever anger like when Bush knocked down the buildings
Just to raise awareness: "Pat fucking Tillman"
That's what he chanted out, right before they fucking killed him
We're ghetto children, bastards born into drama
On the streets of Midwest, where they put llamas to your mama
If I have to go tomorrow, let 'em know that I was dedicated
And make my name a holiday, so they can go and celebrate it
Let 'em know I died trying, even forward meditated
My love for this hip-hop, let 'em know it's complicated
My love for this hip-hop, let 'em know it's complicated

(Uh... get it... it's kind of complicated, y'all...)

[Chorus: Black Spade]
Wreaking of drama
I can tell it's gonna be a long summer
(Get them fans out, my n***a!)
Hope we both make it out alive
(Aye!)
[Verse 3: Black Spade]
'Cause it's the have and the have-nots
Make a n***a want to rob a bank and lick two shots
And the leader and the robots
Saying "don't complain 'bout what you ain't got"
But, fuck that! I been beaten by two cops
Sob story, bring two mops
Don't let me litter, pick it up when my shit drops
'Cause it's... well, it's the beauty in the contrast
Rich, poor, well-off, or is it middle class?
Beyond broke with a gold member ghetto pass
Stamp card in the mail like "Free at last"
Getting drove by the machine, running out of gas
Put your lighters in the air for the unsung
The sufferers, coal miners dying of black lungs
Speak for the ones with no voice or tongues
From yo' hood, to his hood, to where I'm from

[Chorus: Black Spade]
Wreaking of drama
I can tell it's gonna be a long summer
Hope we both make it out alive