Talking to my brother
What it’s like to be othered
What it’s like to be kings
What it’s like to be sullen
Yeah, talking to my brother
What it’s like to be othered
What it’s like to be kings
What it’s like to be sullen
Shotgun a no, touch my nose in a second
Reload my stash like a g#dd#mn weapon
f#cking sh#t talking crow, never shook my depression
Hot n#gg# over stove, cooking beans to perfection
Got the rice on low as I smoke my dope to the heavens
Couldn’t have grown up better
Spitting out ash, smoking on stink, yeah
Bleating like lamb on a rant to the shrink, yeah
This a weird lap, but I got thick skin (Skin)
Always been black, huh, always been him, yeah (Uh)
Took a quick slash by the trash, by the bins, yeah
And I had a big drag, that’s a critical hit, yeah
That’s original sin, shit’s criminal
Wouldn’t know what miserable is haunting digital
Still feel the umbilical snip, I’m a miracle
Young n#gg# crawling out the pit with a spirit full
Healing good, talking to my spliff
Talking to my brother
What it’s like to be othered
What it’s like to be kings
What it’s like to be sullen
Talking with my brother
What it’s like to be othered
What it’s like to be kings
What it’s like to be sullen
Yeah, talking to my brother
What it’s like to be othered
What it’s like to be kings
What it’s like to be sullen
Talking to my brother
What it’s like to be othered
What it’s like to be kings
What it’s like to be sullen
Buffing for a gleam, for a glint
Know the city like the crease on my wrist
Puffing steam like a cig
Like a train in the sticks, out the way
I felt sick when I stared in its face, at its grin
Stood or paced
Rearranging the list as it shrinks
I’m awaiting some sh#t
Demonstrate what to do in its wake
Cursed the blade that it hit
Caused a rift when we walked in the place
Waited ages for this
Caused a shift when we stepped in the fray
On some sh#t, f#cking ripped out my brain
I’m Madrid in ’06, f#cking crazy
I’m a simp, want a ring for my lady
Shot caller like String
Stop calling my sim, I hate it
Pit falling, might dip and might taste it
Ick, balk and frown
Everybody’s jaws about facing, gone walkabout
Cancel out noises like phasing
Huh, cooked like a porterhouse
Booked it and spent some time grazing
Talking to my brother
What it’s like to be othered
What it’s like to be kings
What it’s like to be sullen
Talking with my brother
What it’s like to be othered
What it’s like to be kings
What it’s like to be sullen
Yeah, talking to my brother
What it’s like to be othered
What it’s like to be kings
What it’s like to be sullen
Talking to my brother
What it’s like to be othered
What it’s like to be kings
What it’s like to be sullen
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