paroles de chanson School Without Walls - Black Damien

People find beauty in different things
Some of us find beauty in misery
Misery and pain
Some of that I don't understand but
The struggle is all within us
Talk to them man
Go ahead talk to them

Got me on my pac shit
R.I.P. Baatin hip hop won't stop it
In the face a cop I spit
Nah I'd be locked bitch
On some 3 hots and a cot shit
Why do black people talk shit
Cuz most of us ain't got shit
Withdrawals nobody makes deposits
Drug withdrawals have to hop skip
To the hospice
With the nurse breath smelling
Like hot shit
Making me wanna ante up
On some mop shit
Black I thought you ain't curse
Hold up put the ride in reverse
Hear the misery in my verse
The visibly way I immerse
My fluids in the dirt
To the pain I divert
From the urban to suburban outskirts
It's filled with hurt
And pain
Don't wanna see it again
And all that remains is the brains
And the frame on the ground
Left with many sounds

1-2 1-2
I bang on my desk
My city's not all grotesque
Should be impressed I'm not depressed
And every damsel's not in distress
Let it rest

1-2 1-2
I bang on my desk
My city's not all grotesque
Should be impressed I'm not depressed
And every damsel's not in distress
So man Let it rest

Where dudes hair dyed like Levert
And a 12 year old got on the shortest skirt
On a bus rides you like the rich get
Just desserts
Then your like damn look at the inner city
Why has it been deserted
Close the curtains
Not to see the hurting
Shut thy mouth
Not to hear Erica cry out
Where every 5 minutes a Black woman sighs out
Close your eyes envision my route
My freestyle is akin to a Simone Biles
Dismount
While an OT projects bile
And phlegm spit out
Where my men behind the fence feel pain
And the weaklings are scared to see them touch grain
Like Gucci Mane
That's why I dress plain Jane
Cuz you can get snatched out of your
Cubic zirconia chain
Your cubic zirconia chain man

A 1-2 1-2
I bang on my desk
My city's not all grotesque
Should be impressed I'm not depressed
And every damsel's not in distress
Let it rest

A 1-2 1-2
I bang on my desk
My city's not all grotesque
Should be impressed I'm not depressed
And every damsel's not in distress
So man Let it rest

Where they think Slim ain't got a functioning
Brain
And they wouldn't believe D listens
To all that remains
Cuz all you see are body remains
And fluid being drained out brains
Apathy is not contained in my lane
I explain I don't complain
I improvise and comprise before my why's
With try again
I'm not illiterate nor insane
I'm not illiterate nor insane, hey