[Verse 1]
I wasn't black enough
I never rapped enough
Kids hear my lyrics now
I'm not trap enough
All that bullsh** wrap it up
Like what the f** you rapping bout
Am I acting out?
You spit a verse, hope it punch ‘em like Pacquiao
Or Mayweather, the way I lay it all together
I'm hoping mine'll punch like Ali
You feel the weight better, poetry in motion
Had my first taste of rhymes and I was overdosing
Sound waves you can feel the breeze hit you from the ocean
Music takes a kid away, its been over spoken
I never fall, I'm just roller coasting
The world says I'm black
My parents say I'm rican
First of a new breed
Last of the Mohicans
Robbed of my identity
And every word in speaking
Comes from somewhere I don't understand
But everyday I'm reaching
I never understood race, I'm raceless
Just because I fell in love with ba** don't mean that I'm basic
There's something bout a snare and a ba** kick
That has me writing stories in my notepad, on some young third grade sh**
I feel it in my soul, a feeling you should know
Like when you meet yo girl and you're just chilling like you're bros
I hate the sh** I understand
And love what I don't know
But it really don't matter if the rhymes ain't fatter, ya know
[Hook]
The sun rises
In your horizon
What the f** you talking bout?
All I see is these dark clouds
The sunrise is
So hypnotizing
The sun's gotta go down
Dark clouds
[Verse 2]
Uh walk with me in my psyche
Pa**ive a** brown man, cruising in my nikes
Never found a place for me
Never thought there might be
And every time I spit rhymes
They never sounded like me
Talking about my b**hes
Stuck in my bravado
Trying to fill a void
But what the f** do I know?
Young cat, tried to make it live for Chicago
And moved out to LA, but tell me where my mind goes
This New American rap sh**
With my nappy curls and fat lips
My cousin told me that I act white
Cause I don't say n***a on my rap sh**
And I'm f**ing all these women
Pimpin in my blood but I never call ‘em b**hes
I'm a walking contradiction
Think I'm love struck, but I'm just a player in remission
Am I just speaking from my mind?
If you're looking right at me can you read between my lines?
There's so many layers
A mamas boy playa
Conscious misogynist
Rap hating rhyme sayer
A free spirited loner
Self aware stoner
New school dropout
With an old school diploma
Self conscious swagger
Pimp walk staggered
Walking on a thin line
Nobody falls better
[Hook]
[Bridge - Spoken Word]
Snow falls
Every day in this city
We all stand straight and wide-eyed
With our co*ks in our hands
And our tongues out to the sky
You are busy letting these nights
Get the best of what soul you have left
The gra** by me is green
I sit on it and it comforts me
I talk to it
I hope you fall into the pavement
Times are never rough
Your edges are not built
For these streets
Meet me or don't
I was never waiting for you anyway