Fame - Tyrone`s Rap

Don`t need no rich bitch
To tell me which fork to use
I paid my dues in a rattrap building called New York
Livin` off greens, beans and pork
In a basement, tenement
No one got to tell me what it meant
To be black, Jack, ace of spades
All the car washers and the daywork maids
Can`t wash it off, it 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, doctor j
And ninety percent of the NBA
Reggie jackson, ejssie jackson
Michael and mahalia jackson
And what`s that got to do with me?
On the street the onliest thing i see is
Dope dealers, pocketbook stealers
Coke snorters, times square daughters
Eight year olds who dance for quarters
For tokes and twoline blows
New adidas and stereos
That`s us! That`s it!
So don`t be telling me all that shit!