As I rhyme I think back to a time when I was innocent
Seen a lot of sh** that made me view life different
Got a couple angles that I might hit you with
I was never really needy for a friendship
Always used to walk alone on my lonesome
Living in the city full of poverty is gruesome
But that's only if you see my way
Got my headphones on listening to Sade
As I say, matter fact as I pray
Looking for an opportunity to take me away
I just wanna be somebody while I'm living today
I was walking through the valley, through the shadow of pain
Heard somebody in the alley say they talking to me
I was trying listen to them but they talking was cheap
So I had to cut em off, let em know what it be
Sorry brother but your trouble isn't nothing to me
Right now, I just wanna turn a couple of cheeks
This is not a competition, I ain't here to compete
Pouring liquor for them n***as, who ain't make it reach
Eighteen, this for those who are happy to see
Another day, cause too many ain't gone make it to be
Everything they dreamed of, in this place where
Weed, s** and guns and violence is all on your screen
So you better watch out for them cops & things
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Everywhere I look, everywhere I turn
Too an*lytical, not hospitable
Didn't go to college but I feel like a Huxtable
Never lived in Brooklyn but I still listen to
A lot of different artist that reside so comfortable
I never had that New York swag
But I always admired where New York at
How To Make It In America with well known facts
That you might not make it when you young & you black
You can tell me different but I still won't listen
Cause they still don't it and my n***a that's a fact
Try to hush hush but we still gone put
One fist in the air cause we represent the black
Culture that they wish we didn't have
Ain't it sad how they wish we could erase
Who we were in the past but we can't
So they better get over it
There's nothing left to say, I'm over it