I hate my skin because my teachers made me I hated church because the revernend made me I swear the nigga shady He fucked my auntie and he got a lady Well he had a lady You know this small towns crazy
Middle American homes Black kids with jobs Barely defeat the odds First day of class You cannot sit with us
I had to learn the hard way I had to get my ass whipped Get trashed right through the hallway My nails are painted with pain I painted A mother fucking album A cult was the outcome I ran with ones that the guns tried to outrun Mothers sons Damaged done Thanks to “pow-pow” Kids with no fathers The leaders of tomorrow
But this WiFi got me forever Keep my iPhone on me forever
But I don’t believe in Anything, anything, anything So I never leave them Anyway, anyway, anyway Damn I found ya Cause I’ve been here before I know I’ve found ya Cause I’ve been here before I know I’ve found ya I know I’m drownin’ Cause I’ve felt this before Cause I’ve felt this before