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Lonette McKee (born July 22, 1954) is an American film and television actress, music composer/producer/songwriter, screenwriter and director.
McKee was born in Detroit, Michigan the daughter of Dorothy, a Scandinavian, and Lonnie McKee, an African American bricklayer and auto manufacturer employee. McKee's career began in the music business in Detroit as a child prodigy, where she started writing music/lyrics, singing, playing keyboards and performing at the age of seven. At fourteen, she recorded her first record, which became an instant regional pop/R&B hit. McKee wrote the title song for the film Quadroon when she was fifteen.
She has written and produced three solo LPs, the most recent, Natural Love, for Spike Lee's Columbia 40 Acres and A Mule label. McKee scored the music for the well-received cable documentary on the Lower Manhattan African Burial Ground, as well as numerous infomercials. McKee has toured extensively throughout the world singing concert performances, including the JVC Jazz Festival at Carnegie Hall.
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[B-Real]
Some people tell me that I need help
Some people can fuck off and go to hell
God damn, why they criticize me
Now shit is on the rise so my family despise me
Fuck 'em! And feed 'em, cause I don't need 'em
I won't join 'em if I can beat 'em
They don't understand my logic
To my gat to my money and I'm hooked on chronic
I never wanted to hurt a nigga
Unless ya come flexin that trigga, I dig ya
That grave on the east side of towwwwn
Lay ya six feet undergrounnnnd
From man, to the dust to the ashes
All I remember tell me where the cash is
Clicl-clack, barrel at my dome
Give all your loot or you ain't goin home
But I ain't goin out with a bang
Wa da da dang, wa dada daa dang
[Chorus]
I'm havin illusions, all this confusion's drivin me mad inside
I'm havin illusions, all this confusion's fuckin me up in my mind
I'm havin illusions, all this confusion's drivin me mad inside
I'm havin illusions, all this confusion's fuckin me up in my mind
[B-Real]
Motherfuckers be drivin me up the walls
Hopin that I fall but they can lick my balls
Straight jacket, strap it
In a padded room when some punk niggaz can't hack it
Distracted from all reality
Now I'm let out on a minor technicality
(ahhh) They all fucked up now
Cause they let a nigga back on the streets somehow
I'm lookin for someone like me
Livin in my own world to my own degree
On the loose in the city lookin at the ho wit the big titties
Lookin at me and I feel shitty
A little tensed up gettin hot
Cause she looks like my girl who just smoked at the crack spot
I'm tryin to find ways to cope
But I ain't fuckin round with the gauge or a rope
[Chorus]
[B-Real]
I'm havin illusions..
I'm havin illusions..
I'm havin illusions..
I'm havin illusions..
I'm havin illusions..
I'm havin illusions..
I'm havin illusions..