I'm In Love With a Gangsta

Chapter 2: The Concert

The concert was lit tonight.100,000 people attended, including Chris and his friends. Melody came on stage ready to perform.

"NEW YORK! ARE YOU READY?"

The crowd cheered loudly. Here we go!

"99 Problems by Jay-Z"

Hook

If you having girl problems, I feel bad for you, son

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

Verse 1

I've got the rap patrol on the gat patrol

Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed

Rap critics that say she's "Money, Cash, Hoes"

I'm from the hood, stupid! What type of facts are those?

If you grew up with holes in your zapatos

You'd celebrate the minute you was having dough

I'm like "Fuck critics, you can kiss my whole asshole!

If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward."

Got beef with radio if I don't play their shows

They don't play my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so...

Rap mags try to use my black ass

So advertisers can give more cash for ads, fuckers!

I don't know what you take me as

Or understand the intelligence that Melody has

I'm from rags to riches, bitches. I ain't dumb

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

Hit me!

99 problems but a bitch ain't one

If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you, son

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

Verse 2

The year is '94, in my trunk is raw

In my rear view mirror is the motherfuckin' law

Got two choices, y'all: pull over the car or

Bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the floor

And I ain't trying to see no highway chase we with Jake

Plus I got a few dollars so I can fight the case

So I pulled over to the side of the road

I heard, "Ma'am do you know why I'm stopping you for?"

cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low

Do I look like a mind reader, sir I don't know

Am I under arrest or should I guess some more?

"Well, you was doing a 55 in a 54

License and registration and step out of the car

Are you carrying a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are."

i ain't stepping out of shit, all my paper's legit

"Well, do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?"

Well, my glove compartment is locked and so is my trunk in the back

And I know my rights so you're gonna need a warrant for that

"Well, aren't you sharp as a tack?

You some type of lawyer or something

Somebody important or something?"

Well, I ain't passed the bar but I know a little bit

Enough that you won't illegally search my shit

"Well, we'll see how smart you are when the K9 comes."

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

Hit me!

99 problems but a bitch ain't one

If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you, son

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

Verse 3

Now once upon a time not too long ago

A sista like myself had to strong arm a ho

This is not a ho in the sense of having a pussy

But a pussy ain't got no goddamn sense

Try and push me

I try to ignore him, talk to the Lord

Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform

You know the type, loud as a motorbike

But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight

And the only thing that's gonna happen is I'ma get to clappin

And he and his boys gonna be yappin to the captain

There I go, trapped in the KitKat again

Back through the system with the riffraff again

Fiends on the floor, scratching again

Paparazzi with their cameras, snapping them

D.A. try to give a sista shaft again

Half a mil for bail cause I'm African

All because this fool was harassing them

Trying to play the boy like he's saccharine

But ain't nothin sweet bout how I hold my gun

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

Hit me!

99 problems but a bitch ain't one

If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you, son

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

Come on!

Song ends

The crowd cheered loudly. Melody prepared for another song

"Changes by 2Pac"

Verse 1

I see no changes, wake up in the morning and I ask myself

"Is life worth living or should I blast myself?"

I'm tired of being poor and even worse, I'm black

My stomach hurts so I'm looking for a purse to snatch

Cops give a damn about a ...

Pull the trigger, kill a brotha, he's a hero

Give the crack to the kids, who the hell cares?

One less hungry mouth on the welfare

First ship em dope and let em deal to brothas

Give em guns, step back, watch em kill each other

"It's time to fight back," That's what Huey said

Two shots in the dark, now Huey's dead

I got love for my brotha

But we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other.

We gotta start making changes

Learn to see me as a sista instead of two distant strangers

And that's how it's supposed to be

How can the devil take the brotha if he's close to me?

I'd love to go back to when we played as kids

But things change, and that's the way it is

Hook

That's just the way it is

Things will never be the same

That's just the way it is, aww yeah 2x

Verse 2

I see no changes, all I see is racist faces

Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races

We under, I wonder what it takes to make this

One better place, let's erase the wasted

Take the evil out of people, they'll be acting right

Cause black and white are smoking crack tonight

And the only time we chill is when we kill each other

It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other

And although it seems heaven-sent

We ain't ready to see a black president

It ain't a secret, don't conceal the facts

The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks

But some things will never change

Try to show another way, but you staying in the dope game

Now tell me, what's a mother to do?

Bein real don't appeal to the brotha in you

You got to operate the easy way

"I made a G today."

But you made it in a sleazy way

Sellin crack to the kids

"I gotta get paid."

Well, hey... that's the way it is

Hook 2x

Interlude

We gotta make a change

It's time for us people to start making some changes

Let's change the way we live

Let's change the way we eat

And let's change the way we treat each other

You see, the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do what we gotta to survive

Verse 3

And still I see no changes

Can a sista get a little peace?

There's war on the streets and a war in the Middle East

Instead of war on poverty

They got a war on drugs so the police can bother me

And I ain't never did a crime I ain't had to do

But now I'm back with the facts, giving it back to you

Don't let em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp smack you up

You gotta learn to hold your own

They get jealous when they see you with your mobile phone

But tell the cops "they can't touch this."

I don't trust this, when they try to rush I bust this

That's the sound of my tool

You say it ain't cool

My mama didn't raise no fool

And as long as I stay black

I gotta stay strapped and I never get to lay back

Cause I always got to worry the payback

Some buck that I roughed up way back

Coming back to all these years

Rat tat tat tat tat

That's the way it is

Hook 2x

Some things will never change

Another huge round of applause for Melody. Two hours later, the concert ended. Chris was outside, nervous. He sees Melody coming out. Now's his chance.

"Excuse me, miss?"

"Oh, sup? What you want?"

"I'm sorry but my friends tell me that I'll never have a shot at love."

*What? Why they gotta say that for? Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"No. I never had a girlfriend."

"Aww, really? Baby, I'm about love. That's why I'm giving you this."

Melody gave him her number.

"Interracial Equality, baby. What's your name?"

"Chris."

"Well, Chris. Your friends are wrong. I can tell you need love in your life. Tell you what, tomorrow night, meet me at Church's Chicken at 7. Cool?"

"Cool. Thank you..."

"Call me Melody, sweetheart."

"Ok, Melody."

As Melody left, Chris's heart was pounding. He had no idea Melody was sweet and kind, unlike some of the other girls who only want money for their own ends. Happy with the outcome, he returned home.