See I was resting in the park minding my own...
Business as I kick up the treble tone.
On my radio tape player box right?
Just loud enough so folks could hear it's hype see?
Outta no where comes the woman I'm dating.
Investigation maybe she was demonstrating.
But never the less I was pleased.
My day was going great and my soul was at ease...
Until a group of brothers started buggin' out.
Drinkin' the 40 oz. going the nigga route!
Disrespecting my black queen.
Holding their crotches & being obscene.
At first I ignored em cuz see I know their type,
They got drunk & got guns & they wanna fight.
& they C A young couple having a time that is good.
Now their egos wanna test a brothers manhood!
So they came to test speech cuz of my hair doo.
And the loud bright colors that I wear boo.
I was a target cause I'm a fashion misfit.
And the outfit that I'm wearing brothers dissin' it.
Well I stay calm & pray the niggas leave me be.
But they're squeezin' parts of my dates anatomy.
Why Lord do brothers have to drill me?
Cause if I start to hit this man they'll have to kill me!

I am Ev'ry Day People.
(I say)
I am Ev'ry Day People.
Whoa, I.
Whoa, I.
Whoa, I.
Whoa, I.

I told the niggas please let us pass friend.
I said please cause I don't like killing Africans.
But he wouldn't stop & I ain't ice cube.
But I had to take the brother out for being rude!
And like I said before I was mad by then.
It took 3 or 4 cops to pull me off of him.
But that's the story yaw'll of a black man.
Acting like a nigga and get stomped by an African!

I am Ev'ry Day People.
(I say)
I am Ev'ry Day People.
Whoa, I.
Whoa, I.
Whoa, I.
Whoa, I.

Writer : THOMAS, TODD A.
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing