Chords for Mr. Iroc - Take A Deep Look In My Eyes (Finally On Tha Map) 1996

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_ _ [G] _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ _ I want you to look _
[C] _ _ [G] into _ _ [Cm] that black man's eyes. _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [Fm] _ Take a deep look in my eyes and tell me what you see.
Cause when I look in [G] the mirror I see [Fm] things a little clearer.
I see a young black man with a plan.
One of [B] the only [G] niggas left.
I got [F] lonely after the death [Fm] of my own.
Damn near my brothers.
[Cm] Other than him I had every few [F] friends.
Who [Fm] them niggas know the pain that they cause.
I [Gm] pause just to ask myself a question without this built up aggression.
[Cm] Will my mother be the next [Fm] one that gets to bury her son.
And place his picture in [F] the middle of an [Cm] obituary.
I hurry out the bathroom my tears cry blood.
[Gm] _ Reminiscing on that motherfucking nigga that I love [Cm] so much.
She's such a hurt my heart bleeds dirt.
_ [C] Skirts is dead crazy [Fm] things going through my head.
And I'm tangled up again.
[F] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [F] _ Yeah [Fm] yeah oh _ yeah.
So much hate for God.
Oh [G] no.
_ [G] _ _ _ [Fm] _
_ _ _ _ _ Can't you see I'm crying _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [Fm] for you. _ _ _
[C] Yeah yeah _ [G] yeah [Fm] yeah yeah.
I start to think have I committed genocide.
Do and drop I send [G] the rod then I slide.
Now I'm [Fm] back in my eyes looking at the mirror once again at myself.
My mind [Gm] gets me to writing on [Cm] any paper I could find.
My rap's down to deep.
[Fm] I fall into a sleep.
I wake [G] into a feel I'm sick.
[Fm] Your niggas getting they ass beat.
Get on the back road to work faster.
_ [G] And all I can [F] say is yes sir [Cm] master.
Is it because my [Fm] skin is [F] blacker and his is [G] whiter than a [F] cracker. _
_ [Fm] Damn that's what I had to wonder.
Because people [Cm] my color working [F] the fields down [Fm] yonk.
Time [Cm] they give us pig you know.
[Gm] That's the cheapest food they could find to feed a nigga [Fm] bro.
_ Packed in a shack.
[C]
Treated like rats.
Damn [F] blacks back [Fm] to back.
[Cm] How do I get out this green.
[Gm] Then you take me to another place that I've never [Fm] seen.
Where the niggas got a ride on the back of the bus.
And white [G] shit and pee [F] in separate rooms [Fm] from us.
Seems like [Cm] niggas never had no chance.
[Gm] And then you take me to a place where fools sack they [Fm] pants.
And I'll shoot you in a second.
[Cm]
From all [C] this hate built up from the [F] past is what I reckon.
That's why I keep a nine scrap on [Gm] the side of me.
In case a nigga try to do [Cm] a drive by ride on me.
Some people [Fm] don't [Eb] understand.
Things [F] encountered [G] from being a [Fm] young black man.
Police trying to pay me with them stereotypes.
Saying I'm selling [Gm] drugs.
But really don't like [Cm] is it the way that I'm wearing my [Fm] clothes.
The way I'm rolling in [G] my caddy [Fm] on days in vogue.
_ _ _ Take a good look [C] in my _ eyes.
I [F] can't say what [Fm] I see.
[Cm] _ _ _ _
Yeah, yeah, [Gm] yeah, yeah.
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_ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [F] What do you see _ [Fm] when [Cm] _ you look into your eyes.
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _