Wear Yo Hat (Buried and Bald)

A hat is the last line of defense between the black man and the weather "Where's my hat?" It's a fact that the white man wants to keep you bald We promise we will keep our heads covered...with any hat available.? Gotta keep your head covered and wear your hat To avoid all the noise that destroys the black Or they take you out, one by one. Basted, baded and done. A nigga dead from exposure to the sun. Victims of hostile elements. Not so swell events. Designed to keep the black irrelevant. Hats in the ghetto streets decrease the blood shed Hats in between the sheets and you won't be dead Hats that preach and teach decrease the knuckleheads Hats dealing with the police and ya won't get bled-son Hey we ain't done Ice meets the heat with a bigger gun Bustin' caps that free the truth Wearin' hats that save our youth An' while you busy drinkin' forty and eight ball We takin' a roll call to see who's down to fight the white why'all We ain't stoppin' Steady clockin' My lid's on tight so their knees keep knockin? We be the niggas that pull all the triggas Takin' no prisoners, raisin casualty figures Dressed for the battle but not fatigued My hats made of metal to avoid debris Yo gee they stole the kangol right off my head Better grab a fedora instead It's genocide the way they be snubbin' ya Grab a brim babushka or yarmulke Yo gee what about a bonnet It really don't matter just put a lid on it Cause they want more than to see you fall They want to keep a brother buried and bald Don't wear a toupee cause that's assimilation Don't say it's okay that's oral masturbation Hats offer enclosure from deadly exposure Of sucker imposers ready to close your Coffin And lower you down black Bald buried and beaten into a pre-dug track That's whack- the way they dis the black How can a brother complain when we don't fight back? It ain't hate cause we retaliate With the gat in my hands and the hat on my pate See back in the day out in the fields they kept us Exposed to the rays, without no shields they left us Without a hat we wuz exposed Without a hat we wuz sunstroked The African sun was pure and good Never needed a hat just brotherhood But the good old days are a brothers worst enemy Tell me stay bald I say it ain't me Look in my eyes and you'll realize These ain't lies I wouldn't lead you wrong Get wit the facts as I chart the stats Cold kick the hats make the black grow strong Time to make the change Gotta cover my brain Start dealin' the pain To those who'd keep me in chains Cause they want more than just to see you fall They want to keep a brother buried and bald