I was told `cause I didn`t witness the whole act
In and out was the movement of the bozack
It was hot and sweaty and lots of pushin`
Then the nut came gushin`

And it was hell tryin` to bail to the ovary
With nuttin` but the Lord lookin` over me
I was white with a tail
But when I reached the finish line, young black male

One cell made two and two cells made fo`
And so on so now I`m a embryo
Then I got a hunch that I`ma be on lockdown, for nine months

Chillin` with my mother to guide me
And nuttin` but a stomach to hide me
From all that worry and bulls**t
Nine months later, I elbow pull and kick

`Cause my time is up and I don`t care
With one big push, I`m outta there
June 15th, it`s just my luck
In 1969, a ni**a is the product

Ghetto ass ni**a, you ain`t s**t
And you ain`t gon` never be s**t

I learned how to walk and talk and all that
They put me in school but it don`t matter
`Cause I`m sittin` in history
Learnin` `bout a sucker who didn`t give a f**k about me

They try to shape us
But I know Uncle Sam is a motherf**kin` rapist
So I stopped payin` attention
Ice Cube, headed, straight to detention

F**k that s**t, I roam the hallways
I`m sent home and I don`t got all A`s
A high school dropout
My father had beef so I tried to knock pops out

But I got tossed, he`s the boss
I`m out of there and mad `cause I lost
Now bein` on my own is a factor
So I become the neighborhood jacker

Gimme your car, run your jewels
Makin` a livin`, robbin` fools
And if I let my nine rang out
You know, it`ll make your brains hang out

So what`s your fate?
Am I the ni**a you love or the one you love to hate?
The wrong answer is said, the ni**a fled
I pump lead, now he`s in a puddle of red
And if you got a buck, you`re s**t out of luck
Stuck up by the motherf**kin` product

Motherf**ker you gots to get a job
If you wanna stay in my motherf**kin` house

Many young men reject the traditional values
That are important to their parents
Church, school and family
Have been replaced by street, turf and gang

Twenty-one now and in paid full
Feelin` bad from all the s**t I pulled
On people back in the day
Plus, I got a little baby on the way

So I`m tryin` to go straight
I`m with my baby`s momma, out on a date
`Til the punk ass cops ran my plate
Now I`m on a bus upstate

Oh, the young ni**a done caught a case
Sittin` in the mess hall, sayin` my grace

Sent to a concrete hoe-house
Where all the products go, no doubt
Yo momma, I gotta do eleven
Livin` in a five by seven

Dear baby, your man`s gettin` worn out
Of seein` young boys gettin` they assholes torn out
And then he got shanked with a spoon
And he was `sposed to get out soon

Is it my fault, he was caught in production?
Where a young black life means nothin`
Just because I didn`t want to learn your grammar
You say I`m better off in the slammer

And it`s drivin` me batty
`Cause my little boy is missin` daddy
I`m ashamed but the fact is
I wish pops let me off on the mattress

Or should I just hang from the top bunk
But that`s goin` out like a punk
My life is f**ked
But it ain`t my fault `cause I`m the motherf**kin` product

He ain`t s**t