| Wanna ask the government: Why y’all hate us so much? | 
| Wanna ask the other color: Why y’all hate us so much? | 
| Wanna ask the law: Why y’all hate us so much? | 
| Wanna ask the prosecuter: Why y’all hate us so much? | 
| Is it our skin color, or is it the way we talk? | 
| You hate us cause we us, or you hate us cause we folk? | 
| Is it the way we live, or is it the way we walk? | 
| We never had shit, so it can’t be nothin' we bought | 
| This shit y’all took us through, prolly the reason we off | 
| Our pride we still got it; | 
| only thing we ain’t lost | 
| Defending ourselves — shit — that was something we was taught | 
| We’ve been through the roughest times, but all of it ain’t our fault | 
| Wish I could add up the years in prison our peoples’ve caught | 
| The government distributed, we ain’t really have a choice | 
| Your peoples go to college, my peoples go to court | 
| Your peoples born with money, my peoples born broke | 
| Your peoples lived in mansions, my peoples hung from ropes | 
| Your peoples had it made, all my peoples had was hope | 
| Your peoples had help, all my peoples heard was «no» | 
| My peoples thought about it, your peoples cut our throats | 
| Respect we had for one another — shit — it wasn’t even close | 
| We had to entertain, that was our only open door | 
| If we wanted to make it, we had to rap, sing or try sports | 
| We couldn’t afford a full ride — shit — my people poor | 
| My people ain’t mad, your people hate us, though | 
| But we’re the ones strugglin', so why y’all hate us for? | 
| The police want us bad, the judge hate us more | 
| The jury think we’re guilty ‘fore we come through the door | 
| And y’all ‘ll take our money, but y’all won’t help us, though | 
| And y’all biggest fear, is to see our people grow | 
| But our biggest fear, is dyin' ‘fore we turn twenty-four | 
| And every law that’s passed, ‘s designed to sink us more | 
| And every time we go to jail, y’all get paid, though | 
| But when we ask for money, y’all slam the door | 
| They say our president’s black, but we can’t tell, though | 
| We only got ourselves, now that’s what’s real, though | 
| I know y’all hate our guts, that’s how y’all feel, though | 
| But y’all ain’t got to like us, just let us live, though | 
| And cause we' black, bruh, don’t mean we steal, though | 
| And cause we' from the ghetto, don’t mean we dumb, bro | 
| We' just as smart as y’all, but y’all don’t want the world to know | 
| But all we want to know: Why y’all hate us so much? | 
| Why y’all hate us so much? | 
| Why y’all hate us so much? | 
| All we wanna know: Why y’all hate us so much? | 
| Why y’all hate us so much? | 
| Why |