Two Worlds
(Verse)
Product of the block in four car garage
Straight A cars, into racin' laws
The one and only in a world so holy
All a facade in front of a white god
With nightmares and kids and cash that's gone wrong
Looking good for my fall, up close for a mirage
Chapter, had my whole soul in a grafter
The same food everyday: rotten apples
The same still faces starring right at me
Gauged up a color and guilty without a gat
Overweight hassel, strugglin', what happened
Chest sticking out and frunked up, I had to
Laws from the bree-a, bree from the boss
Figure plate thru a day and leave inside a pause
Why weave in a cream of the crop,
My top bock was only good for a shot, thru the rotten
Possible I made it this far without a pop
Low self esteem, I was coming for a spot
Ali an my con reach all the romances
Reminded of my skin shade, back y'all lynchons
Allowances larger than my grand-ma's pension
Some of us couldn't afford tuition
Beef with my momma, drama colored trauma
In a creep with no paddle, filled with the piranhas
Cried from my eyes for weeks, feel incomplete, feelin' for me
I'm feelin' alone in of the sweet, but I'm stuck to the wall
And I'm stompin' my feet. All I heard was the music cry from outta street
Father plus mother, those families look harmless
Flawless, for coverin' up, what every flaw is
Six figure lives in front of my eyes red
Home. The scene of my love was in a bong
Seventeen ridin' a bus, I seen 'em judge me,
In an hour they would bump me and say "tjey gotta love me"
Teachers hated how I speak up when they would speak up
What I seen everyday, they couldn't keep up
Despite of them brays, got a fire four days
Even asked in a class how was life for a slave
Happy with my two rough fists throughout the years
Seein' one that woul get one in front, I seen them shit
(Hook)
Two worlds at a time, two sides of a man
Breathe and lower my chin, Lord, forgive me, my skin is my sin
Two tears at a time, two words and I
Breathe and lower my chin, Lord, forgive me, my skin is my sin
(Verse)
I seen a man cry and I seen a man die
And do both at the same damn time
Everything pointless, unless it's the grindin'
Lessons of the wess, where the sun don't shine
Nigga no armor, everybody's a goner
Sittin' at a dutch with a cure (???)
A couple homies, figured that they were raw
Couldn't lose the American dream and got a job
One half mockin' and the other half lovin'
A bag full o'books when the other kidsn wasn't,
No future done fuck with, plans for a budget
A circle full of poverty, fly for the public
Billy Bob Who wouldn't move no budget
Meanwhile, in school being broke was a subject
My all wanna get me, feelin' I'm like Christ
Couldn't fit anywhere, nor here, nor there
Scared to reveal every lair
Grans work hard tryna put me in a pair
A new heir's got jealousy stares
Greetings of the reaper, die scheemes' a heater
Inspired me to try to ignore every teach
To the wall, with a loose loose layer
It's either I'm a sellout or tryna put yayo
(Hook)
Two worlds at a time, two sides of a man
Breathe and lower my chin, Lord, forgive me, my skin is my sin
Two tears at a time, two words and I
Breathe and lower my chin, Lord, forgive me, my skin is my sin