Songtexte Fine - Homeboy Sandman

In New York is where I was placed
All among the cops and the toxic waste
I don't bring it up as a claim to fame
But in these confines I had to train my brain

Not to think a lot of broke stuff was healed
And not to think a lot of fake stuff was real
A lot of thick smoke keep the truth concealed
But yo it's no joke when the truth revealed

Things'll go down that could make you swear
A lot of these folks want to make you scared
Most of these folks got enough to spare
But most of these folks wasn't taught to share

Boys was all taught how to not be men
We was all taught we should not be friends
Girls was all taught they should not like nerds
Girls was all taught that it's all 'bout curves

Think that way so long
It's hard to recognize things don't go wrong
And that the truth is you got it going on
And when it ain't truth you ain't truth you ain't gotta go along

So I fret sometimes
I get upset sometimes
I get pet sometimes
Sweat sometimes

I get tongue tied
Think I'm falling behind
Things are gonna be fine

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