Childhood

Back then when daddy used to play this
When he had the O'Jays on the playlist
When the Earth, Wind & Fire was a favorite
Couldn't say shit when the song on
Get strong on to the basement
Made a lot of noise but the record didn't skip
By the radiator playin' with the paint chips
Niggas ain't shit
Lil' boys in the hood tryna bang chips
On the same shit

And it ain't so hard
In the backyard with the baseball cards
Gotta get rid of Ken Stratos cards
Craig Maddox cause he ain't throw hard
I hate that dog behind that fence
Don't make him bark, that's common sense
And I'm convinced there ain't no God
My boy got shot, now he can't walk
Avoid those cops cause we can't talk
Niggas on the streets don't talk

Mama said we can't be bought
Here's a couple things she taught
She think we soft, but we so hard
We can't go wrong, but we so flawed
Cee-Lo, Dogg, four, five, six
Stick up boys, give me all y'all shit
Run that corner like an all out blitz
Mama gotta call out quick
Daddy on a lifetime trip
I don't think he like our shit

Foster parents, I'm forced to violence
I lost my balance, of course a challenge
Applaud the talent, I score like Allen
Shuttlesworth, I gotta shovel dirt
That's why blood is shed about a quart a gallon
Shed a tear for the souls in the hemisphere
I suppose that the end is near
And I hope that you send us there
But where is there?
Nobody said fear is fair

You think God hear us here?
You think God hear us here?
So high, feel the air up there
Yeah, my dad, he gone
My moms, she gone
I'm left alone
I'm ten, I'm grown

Young boy with the world on his backside
And they wonder why I don't act right
And they wonder why I don't talk much
Now they tryna put me on a tour bus
Shy kid that was known as a loner

Now a drug dealer on the corner
Now a drug dealer on the corner