Baby, black promoters oppressed me before white promoters ever got hold of me. Don't talk skin to me.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
In the old days they, the promoters, wanted more and more from me. They wanted me to jump or spill my blood and break my bones. Every time they wanted me to jump further, and further, and further. Hell, they thought my bike had wings.
I have never seen myself as a promoter. I always evaluate myself as a manager.
Black boys became criminalized. I was in constant dread for their lives, because they were targets everywhere. They still are.
Black audiences are hard. They always think they're better than you. So you got to come with a little extra to satisfy them.
People just decided I was an R&B artist because I'm black.
You know, I don't play the race card a lot. I'm half-black, half-white, and I'm proud of - my skin is brown. The world sees me as a black man, but my mother didn't raise me as a black man. She didn't raise me as a white guy.
The trials my father went through were things most young black males have to go through. There was nothing he shielded from me, because it doesn't matter how you grow up, those who oppress will oppress. It's all completely relatable; everyone feels NWA.
The white audiences thought I was white, my features being what they are, and at every performance I'd have to take off my gloves to prove I was a spade.
I'm not a self-promoter. I'm not on TV all the time.
Overall my race hasn't been a problem. I'm a Black artist with White skin. At the end of the day you have to sing what's in your own soul.