We be bad
For being so good
We be glad
Just like we should
Weaving into the fabric
Of this great nation
While withstanding the static tactic
Of forefathers generation
We be the red thread
Beaten with the stripes
Of white line men
Smoking black pipes
We be the rhythm and blues
Behind more than fifty
White stars
We be the anthem
Of new born tykes
Running away into
Rocking mikes, sprinting Nikes,
High hurdling
Olympic heights
Center ring fights
Ten speed bikes
Oscar, Grammy winning nights
yeah
We be bad
For being so good
We be glad
Just like we should.
Nobel prizes
Great inventors
Smoothing the rocky road
Of peanuts laid
We smoothed it like butter
And got paid
No hair products
For our supply
While washing clothes
We discovered lye
And straitened out
That kinked situation
Without a doubt
We coined the art
Of hair creation
We be bad
for being so good
we be glad
just like we should
horse back riding
buttocks sliding off
now we saddling
and gliding tough
past the gallop of
trip, trip, tripping trot
despite our lot
we learned to use
what we got.
Yeah we be bad
For being so good
But we glad
Just like we should