Steve Metz - Black Enough lyrics

[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