Lyrics ’87 Blimmy - Mac Lethal

For the GAYS!
Momma was soft on me,
House stunk of cigarette smoke and soft laundry,
With hot coffee brewing I was at the table chewing
Waffles, watching cable, I put my whiskey in a water bottle.
On the way to school riding shotgun,
My backpack was back home,
Feel the narcosis walking through the halls half stoned.
Too excited for the school year to end,
I dropped out and never went back again, comprehend,
I didn't blend like you're supposed to with the staff,
I didn't like the books they didn't focus on my craft.
I didn't like the looks I got when joking and having
Laughs with my friends, I dropped out and never went back again.
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!)
I said it once again I threaded you my saga, my (?),
I'm a rapper and I'm not from the ghetto,
But honestly man most these dudes aren't either,
They usin' ringtone money to get they new
Car speakers, wait, I'm gettin' off subject.
I stuck my, neck out, learned how to battle tried to puff my,
Chest out, grabbed me a pen didn't think about the color of
Skin, dropped out of school and fuck it never went back again.
This could be like a, part of the epic.
Like a thirty minute, twelve part song right?)
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!)
Confused, broke, ridin' through the city in an 87 two-tone Blimmy.
A Blimmy is a blazer with jimmy parts found at a junkyard.
And all of us would act dumb hard up in the front yard.
A bunch of suburb thugs,
Soccer moms would speed walk by and we'd be yellin' "
What's up cuz" or "
What's up blood" tongue and cheek but fuck,
Society had standards and underneath we sunk.
Didn't know mom was on the phone when
I was talkin' to a chick I was like "
What's up bitch, you slidin' through or some shit?
" It broke the heart inside her chest,
Cause mom was old fashioned and the girl was like "yes."
It's not a bold caption but the world is high stretch,
Wait i digress, sometimes just looking at the color of my flesh
Reminds me of privilege within,
My momma went to sleep and never woke up again.