Kwintell Wright (Kyoo Wright) - Global Misfit lyrics

[KwinTell Speaking] For all my people... who are misunderstood worldwide... or as I like to call 'em... Global Misfits... yours truly... KwinTell Wright. Look... listen [Verse One] She was an angel then shifted angles Dame lost her name, became a Jane Doe Said every man she met was a-hole That's why she went 100% to rainbow No pesos, she got a stripper gig to make dough for her son Whose breakfast and dinner's Frosted Flakes Like Legos it clicked, but ain't forever stick Got good tips from every strip but felt she had to split, imagine this Man of hers, flashy young brotha back handin' her Sneakin', cheating, different women, sofa or the banister Not giving up, she got a lil' bit of stamina As a teen dreamed, even fiend for the camera Let the hood vacuum her good, now she bad too Life oozed juice like her cherry back tattoo Son's home alone feelin' neglected, scarred Father's a question mark Drama in session starts [Hook 2x] I want a love... love, love, love. I want a love... [Verse Two] He started good dude then took a new move Culinary major, influenced by hood dude Said cook crack, why should you cook food? That's why he went 100% to crook dude They hooked dude to clients he's supplying that white with Trading sk**et and spoon for baking soda and pyrex Call him a coke boy, not the type you digest, but inhale that poisonous whiteness As his sleepless momma looks out the window, exhales At the night sky, wanting her son to excel in life Bridge a gap in his academics But he only cares to wear Gap and Akademics And he's past the speed limit, all drunk on the highway Bullets through his chest on that very same Friday Mom's home alone feelin' neglected scarred k**er's a question mark, drama in session starts [Hook 2x] [Verse Three] Had supreme Hall of Fame dreams, ballin' mean as Barkley But haters bite at my fins to Free Willy and Jaws me Fightin' to keep the vision, God don't let 'em Ray Charles me Battling ying yang, good and my bad Common sense versus fun loving, reckless a** First mentality babe or you'll be next to last Tried to bring 'em to speed but they creepin' in snail Tried to get em to see but they readin' in braille No, I ain't a saint Been slipping off the ladder but learned from my mistakes Climbing to the plank Diving to my destiny Loyalty is rare, if you love me say a prayer for me Grandma you the glue to keep our sanity and heart Only fear is if you go, our family'll fall apart Pops died '08,. lack of knowing couldn't teardrop So I made pen cry ink in my hip-hop