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He never liked classes/ he was always a social cat/

The cutest kittens forever where he at/

The rudest men held positions at the flat/

Momma loved him/ but momma wanna man to help assist with this boy/

This boy this swing and a miss/

Bright eyed beautiful lips plumped with lies/

Ma stumped and crying/ but he dont ever ask why/

Just kisses ma goodbye/ zips his jacket up and goodnight/

Skateboard or bike/ （like peace）/

Im out of category x4

（You know why）/

Cause he dislike the strife so avoids it/

Dont trust teachers/ cause they dont trust him/

Dont trust motives/ so he dont trust friends/

He cant tell if most other people cold/ or just dont trust black skin/

Displaced the race card shuffled/

The spade ace into a place/ where cards stayed blank/

And not to say without a face/ more like a lack of color/

Not really to certain how to go about a brother/

It wasnt always like that though/

But momma moved him out the gutter to the curb/

So he wouldnt wash away/

He didnt seem to get that though/

And momma wasnt really pullin in that butter

So his bread came another way/ and he couldnt have nice things/

Fuck em he didnt even want em/

If he needed em he found a way to got em/

Since everybody doubt em/ he happily obliged to bide his time/

And find his little piece of peace/ at the bottom/ like fuck yall

Im out of category x8

He build his self-esteem up off some tricks/

Cause even when he matched as far as skin with kids it seemed they didnt mix/

（And） there seemed to be disdain from the kids that clashed colors with him/

Rebel yelling girls trying to make they daddy pissed/

So aint nobody on his buddy list/

Cause they would probably give him business/

About the shitty sweater he lives in/

So he surrounds himself with hope to touch a throne/

And other people feeling all alone/

Hold your heart/

Im out of category x4

He found punk rock the first time that/

He rode either the nine or eleven bus line it slips the mind/

But they way they didnt need to fit in/

He asked if he could pull the bell and said/ mom I wanna be like them/

Found his kin/ brothers at school thinking he trying to/ rewrite skin/

Other are fools never seem some/ shit like him/

So far hes been a bitter boy/

Living like litter no choice no quieter so cue the noise/

Aint nothing like a/ Mohawk/ to show off/ your fuck off/

And kick off/ the Reeboks/ for boots/

To keep the block off you/

But he could/ see how/ the re-route/ of style/

Made the eye brows raise， （but）/

Not for nothing wasnt changing you/

Hed seen his daddy with a pipe/ too young to understand/

Life aint coming from this man holding hands/ with him/

He probably didnt meant to hit him/

He probably didnt even mean to plant his seed/

Is my picture in his wallet with him?/ hes thinking probably not/

And even so its probably rolled up with some coke in it/

Old and out of focus so nope/ the road they chose was not his/

Nobody will ever be like him/ hold your heart

Im out of category x 12