“I don’t wanna be anotha N.I.G.G.A.”

Big K.R.IT.

“Another Naive Individual Glorifying Greed and Encouraging Racism”

‘I want you all to go to your windows. Go to your windows and yell out. Scream with all the might that you can muster up inside your bruised, assaulted and battered bodies That you are SICK AND TIRED OF A BEING A NIGGA!’

I don’t wanna be another nigga, Tell the government, I don’t wanna be another nigga, Tell them white folk, I don’t wanna be another nigga, Tell them black folk, I don’t wanna be another nigga. Tell the world I don’t wanna be another nigga,

Waitin’ with my hands out, Broke in the hood, they give a damn ’bout Braggin’ to my homie bout the hoes I fucked Drinkin’ bottles after bottles, plus I smoke too much. I never had a job that would pay me well, I took what I could cause they gave me hell Spend what I stole on some clothes and kicks, My ex girl say I won’t amount to shit. But she suck and fuck, when my car roll up, Tried to fuck her sister, but she talk too much. Her mama shake her head whenever I come ’round Whatever high I had when I saw her might come down I barely go to church but I say I will, I bow my head right before I eat my meal

The world’s fucked up and they claimin’ I’m to blame It’s a damn shame cause I don’t wanna be another nigga,

Tell the government, I don’t wanna be another nigga, Tell them white folk, I don’t wanna be another nigga, Tell them black folk, I don’t wanna be another nigga. Tell the world I don’t wanna be another nigga,

Waitin’ on a play to come through Chillin with my homeboys Plottin’ on you Watchin movies how to come up quick Recruiting young niggas I can come up with Barely read books but they down to shoot Live life breakin rules, they got something to prove Parents ain’t around they got nothing to lose Wave the tool on a fool for some brand new shoes.

Little child runnin’ wild in the streets, Wanna be a G so he look up to me. Try to hit the block and make a name, Claim he caught a body now he got it and he feeling all the same, Till the family of the victim come knockin Millin through the corners of the ghetto till they shot him Youth still dyin’ and they claimin’ I’m to blame It’s a dame shame cause

I don’t wanna be another nigga, Tell the government, I don’t wanna be another nigga, Tell them white folk, I don’t wanna be another nigga, Tell them black folk, I don’t wanna be another nigga. Tell the world I don’t wanna be another nigga,

Always tryna sell you something, Don’t really know the shit, but tryna tell you something

Tap dance if you want him to Coulda fed the hungry but he bought them jewels. Won’t ever look back cause he gotta keep movin’ Even if he leave his own people bamboozled

Takin’ credit like he did it by himself Too much pride to realize that he really had help Always judge a man by his wealth He ain’t me so he can’t feel how I felt, He saw me walkin’ and he ain’t look back, too scared We make eye contact So he can he didn’t see me when he drove by, And I could say he didn’t see me and it’s alright, He just want the fame from the game, it’s a shame. I bet he think I’m just another nigga.

Tell the government, I don’t wanna be another nigga, Tell them white folk, I don’t wanna be another nigga, Tell them black folk, I don’t wanna be another nigga. Tell the world I don’t wanna be another nigga


This song inspired a paper. I wrote about mainstream rap music and its influence, its potential for liberation, and where it fails. Important to me was the last verse, “Tap dance if you want him to/ Coulda fed the hungry but he bought them jewels/ Won’t ever look back cause he gotta keep movin’/ Even if he leave his own people bamboozled/”.

T. M. G.

YouTube Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U-7xHgIZNM4

Image Credit: http://www.slate.com/blogs/browbeat/2014/07/15/shmoney_dance_bobby_shmurda_viral_hit_goes_from_vines_to_beyonce_and_jay.html