Quick synopsis
My father black
My mother white
What’s poppin’
My father is 1 of 12
& my mother
Well she’s adopted
Until I was 6
I grew up with my mother
My father was handling business
Already had 2 kids with another
My mother went away for a year & a day
It’s cool
I moved in with my father
A trampoline & a pool
It’s hard to wanna go back
So I never did
Can understand the disappointment
Mama had in her kid
But oh well
I had to grow still
Deserve a Nobel
Peace prize
Smiling like O’Dell
That I could grow hair
Was good at sports
& entertained the teachers
My father encouraged me
To be the man you seeing
My mother gave me freedom
From her womb
I was a C-Section
Before my birth
God made it very clear
That I’ma be tested
Each weapon may form
But they prosper not
Paint the world how you see it
Young Basquiat
This the world I see
Everybody’s hiding
Nobody’s free
I caught a word
You should learn ya composure
From Marty Bryd
You could flourish
If you knew
That the time you borrowed was yours
Enjoy life
Take chances on ya self roll dice
While I got you listening
To unsolicited advise
Don’t stop
Keep dreaming
Especially if you hold the capacity
You’ll get help from gravity
Keep reaching
My niece teaching
My Team eating
When together in the same room
Know that we heat seeking
These n#gg#s ain’t opps
They really K Pop
You still flooding ya wrist with Jacob
My n#gg# wake up
I mean it’s true we treated less than
But tell me the community that you invest in
That what I’m respecting
I come as one but 10,000 what I’m repping
& I will never turn my back or neglect them
Though each weapon may form
It will prosper not
Don’t destroy ya art
Paint it raw
Young Basquiat
This the world I see
Everybody’s hiding
Nobody’s free
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