I'm hopin' that it's 'cause
I'm livin' everythin' I want
I used to wake up in a bed between
Playin' with this Land Before
man that sounds fancy to me
They called me "fat nose," my mom say,
But he's actin' up in class and
keeps peein' in his pants
but nobody was helpin' me out
They talkin' hood shit and I ain't know
'Cause hood shit and black
So I'm talkin' hood shit and cool
Mom and dad wouldn't listen
They left the Bronx so I wouldn't
All their friends in NY deal crack
you think that they'd be proud of 'em
But when you leave the hood
They think that you look down on 'em
The truth is we still struggle
Seven dollars an hour, WIC vouchers,
Facebook messagin' hopin' that
But all they get now is, "Can

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Get nowyour son read this script?"
there's a world if we go outside
there's a world if we go outside
Outside, outside, no one knows
mama worked at Mrs. Winner's
"Donald watch the meter so they
don't turn the lights off"
Workin' two jobs so I can get
They all make fun of my clothes
And my uncle on that stuff
that got my grandma shook
Drug dealers roughed him up and stole
He's supposed to pay 'em back
So my momma made us sleep
with Phillips heads under the pillow
Like that would do somethin'
She don't want me in a lifestyle
He lookin' at me now, like
"Why you so fuckin' lucky?
But he ain't around so I'ma take
"I love you," now we only think that shit
It feels weird that you're the person
Street took you over, I want my cousin back
The world sayin' what you are
Because you're young and black,
You're still that kid who kept
From teasin', for some reason