{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":1086781,"song":"Black Stacey","artist":"Saul Williams","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11240742-black-stacey-chords-by-saul-williams/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/1086781?type=chord","rating":0,"votes":0,"content":"The song is very simple to play and has oly two chords\r\n\r\nIntro:\r\n[ch]F#m[/ch]  [ch]G[/ch]  \r\n[ch]G[/ch] [ch]F#m[/ch]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]F#m[/ch]\r\nI used to hump my pillow at night[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]F#m[/ch] - [ch]G[/ch]\r\nThe type of silent prayer to make myself prepare for the light[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                     [ch]F#m[/ch]\r\nMe and my cousin Duce would rank the girls between one and ten[/tab]\r\nAnd the highest number got to be my pillow's pretend\r\nNow I apologize to every high ranker\r\nBut you taught me how to dream and so I also thank you\r\nI never had the courage to approach you at school\r\nWe joked around a lot and I know you thought I dressed cool\r\nBut I was just covering up\r\nAll the insecurities that came bubbling up\r\nMy complexion had me stuck in an emotional rut,\r\nlike the time you Flavor Flav'd me and you played me\r\n\"Yo Chuck,\r\nThey say you're too black, man.\"\r\nI think I'm too black\r\nMom, do you think I'm too black? I think I'm too black\r\nI think I'm too black,\r\nI think I'm too black, black, black, black, black\r\n\r\nBlack Stacey\r\nThey called me Black Stacey\r\nI never got to be myself 'cause to myself I always was\r\nBlack Stacey\r\nIn polka dots and paisley,\r\nA double goose and Bally shoes,\r\nYou thought it wouldn't phase me\r\nI was Black Stacey\r\nThe preacher's son from Haiti\r\nWho rhymed a lot and always got\r\nThe dance steps at the party\r\nI was Black Stacey\r\nYou thought it wouldn't faze me, but it did\r\n'Cause I was just a kid\r\n\r\nI used to use bleaching creme\r\n'Til Madame CJ Walker walked into my dreams\r\nI dreamt of being white and complimented by you,\r\nBut the only shiny black thing that you liked was my shoes\r\nNow, I apologize for bottling up\r\nAll the little things you said that warped my head and my gut\r\nEven though I always told you not to brag\r\nAbout the fact that your great grand mother was raped by her\r\nSlave master\r\n\r\nYeah, I became militant too\r\nSo it was clear on every level I was blacker than you\r\nI turned you on to Malcolm X and Assata Shakur\r\nIin the three quarter elephant goose with the fur\r\nI had the high top fade\r\nWwith the steps on the side\r\nI had the two finger ring, rag top on the ride\r\nI had the sheep skin, name belt, Lee suit,\r\nKangol, acid wash, Roscoe's chicken and waffle.\r\n\r\nBlack Stacey\r\nThey called me Black Stacey\r\nI never got to be myself 'cause to myself I always was\r\nBlack Stacey\r\nIn polka dots and paisley,\r\nA double goose and Bally shoes,\r\nYou thought it wouldn't phase me\r\nI was Black Stacey\r\nThe preacher's son from Haiti\r\nWho rhymed a lot and always got\r\nThe dance steps at the party\r\nI was Black Stacey\r\nYou thought it wouldn't faze me, but it did\r\n'Cause I was just a kid\r\n\r\n\r\nStick up, ha ha ha stick up\r\nStick up, ha ha ha stick up\r\nThey say I'm too black\r\nThey say I'm too black\r\n\r\nHold up, y'all\r\nHere we go\r\n\r\nNow here's a little message for you\r\nAll you balla playas got some insecurities too\r\nThat you could cover up, bling it up\r\nCash in and ching ching it up\r\nHope no one will bring it up\r\nLock it down and string it up\r\n\r\nOr you can share your essence with us\r\n'Cause everything about you couldn't be rugged and ruff\r\nAnd even though you tote a glock and you're hot on the streets\r\nIf you dare to share your heart, we'll nod our heads to its beat\r\nAnd you should do that, if nothing else, to prove that\r\nA player like you could keep it honest and true\r\nDon't mean to call your bluff but\r\nmothafucka that's what I do\r\nYou got platinum chain then, son,\r\nI'm probably talking to you\r\nAnd you can call your gang, your posse and the rest of your crew\r\nAnd while you're at it, get them addicts and the indigent, too\r\nI plan to have a whole army by the time that I'm through\r\nTo load their guns with songs they haven't sung, like,\r\n\r\nBlack Stacey\r\nThey called me Black Stacey\r\nI never got to be myself 'cause to myself I always was\r\nBlack Stacey\r\nIn polka dots and paisley,\r\nA double goose and Bally shoes,\r\nYou thought it wouldn't phase me\r\nI was Black Stacey\r\nThe preacher's son from Haiti\r\nWho rhymed a lot and always got\r\nThe dance steps at the party\r\nI was Black Stacey\r\nYou thought it wouldn't faze me, but it did\r\n'Cause I was just a kid\r\n\r\nBlack Stacey\r\nThey called me Black Stacey\r\nI never got to be myself 'cause to myself I always was\r\nBlack Stacey\r\nThey call me Black Stacey\r\nAh, Black Stacey\r\nOoh, Black Stacey\r\nOoh, Black Stacey\r\nMove Black Stacey\r\nShake Black Stacey\r\nMake Black Stacey\r\nCry, cry\r\nNo, not I.\r","plain_text":"The song is very simple to play and has oly two chords\n\nIntro:\nF#m  G  \nG F#m\n\n\n\n\nAnd the highest number got to be my pillow's pretend\nNow I apologize to every high ranker\nBut you taught me how to dream and so I also thank you\nI never had the courage to approach you at school\nWe joked around a lot and I know you thought I dressed cool\nBut I was just covering up\nAll the insecurities that came bubbling up\nMy complexion had me stuck in an emotional rut,\nlike the time you Flavor Flav'd me and you played me\n\"Yo Chuck,\nThey say you're too black, man.\"\nI think I'm too black\nMom, do you think I'm too black? I think I'm too black\nI think I'm too black,\nI think I'm too black, black, black, black, black\n\nBlack Stacey\nThey called me Black Stacey\nI never got to be myself 'cause to myself I always was\nBlack Stacey\nIn polka dots and paisley,\nA double goose and Bally shoes,\nYou thought it wouldn't phase me\nI was Black Stacey\nThe preacher's son from Haiti\nWho rhymed a lot and always got\nThe dance steps at the party\nI was Black Stacey\nYou thought it wouldn't faze me, but it did\n'Cause I was just a kid\n\nI used to use bleaching creme\n'Til Madame CJ Walker walked into my dreams\nI dreamt of being white and complimented by you,\nBut the only shiny black thing that you liked was my shoes\nNow, I apologize for bottling up\nAll the little things you said that warped my head and my gut\nEven though I always told you not to brag\nAbout the fact that your great grand mother was raped by her\nSlave master\n\nYeah, I became militant too\nSo it was clear on every level I was blacker than you\nI turned you on to Malcolm X and Assata Shakur\nIin the three quarter elephant goose with the fur\nI had the high top fade\nWwith the steps on the side\nI had the two finger ring, rag top on the ride\nI had the sheep skin, name belt, Lee suit,\nKangol, acid wash, Roscoe's chicken and waffle.\n\nBlack Stacey\nThey called me Black Stacey\nI never got to be myself 'cause to myself I always was\nBlack Stacey\nIn polka dots and paisley,\nA double goose and Bally shoes,\nYou thought it wouldn't phase me\nI was Black Stacey\nThe preacher's son from Haiti\nWho rhymed a lot and always got\nThe dance steps at the party\nI was Black Stacey\nYou thought it wouldn't faze me, but it did\n'Cause I was just a kid\n\n\nStick up, ha ha ha stick up\nStick up, ha ha ha stick up\nThey say I'm too black\nThey say I'm too black\n\nHold up, y'all\nHere we go\n\nNow here's a little message for you\nAll you balla playas got some insecurities too\nThat you could cover up, bling it up\nCash in and ching ching it up\nHope no one will bring it up\nLock it down and string it up\n\nOr you can share your essence with us\n'Cause everything about you couldn't be rugged and ruff\nAnd even though you tote a glock and you're hot on the streets\nIf you dare to share your heart, we'll nod our heads to its beat\nAnd you should do that, if nothing else, to prove that\nA player like you could keep it honest and true\nDon't mean to call your bluff but\nmothafucka that's what I do\nYou got platinum chain then, son,\nI'm probably talking to you\nAnd you can call your gang, your posse and the rest of your crew\nAnd while you're at it, get them addicts and the indigent, too\nI plan to have a whole army by the time that I'm through\nTo load their guns with songs they haven't sung, like,\n\nBlack Stacey\nThey called me Black Stacey\nI never got to be myself 'cause to myself I always was\nBlack Stacey\nIn polka dots and paisley,\nA double goose and Bally shoes,\nYou thought it wouldn't phase me\nI was Black Stacey\nThe preacher's son from Haiti\nWho rhymed a lot and always got\nThe dance steps at the party\nI was Black Stacey\nYou thought it wouldn't faze me, but it did\n'Cause I was just a kid\n\nBlack Stacey\nThey called me Black Stacey\nI never got to be myself 'cause to myself I always was\nBlack Stacey\nThey call me Black Stacey\nAh, Black Stacey\nOoh, Black Stacey\nOoh, Black Stacey\nMove Black Stacey\nShake Black Stacey\nMake Black Stacey\nCry, cry\nNo, not I.","chords":["F#m","G","A"],"chord_diagrams":{"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}