Growing up, white c****** liked to study my every move.
If I showed weakness, they could break in and take control.
In the sunken place, that's mind, body and soul...
and I couldn't scream because white people could do no wrong!
Being adopted is a kinda Hell that doesn't let up.
White community, so black is never good enough.
So, I make beats to ease the pain of racist memories.
Adoptive mother hated n***** and she loved the police!
Catholic church, 666 was always on the wall.
The only black man in the church, so I'll take the fall.
The only black man in the schools, never f***** at all.
No black woman to give me comfort, overall.
Adoptive father, white supremacist ideology.
Still don't know the real reason he adopted me.
Adoptive family is resentful as far as I can see.
They never wanted a little n**** in their family.
Adoptive mother saw the chance to play the savior card.
Raised me from the narcissistic and not from the heart.
So, I have a lot of anger deep inside of me.
I'll make this rap album, so I can be free!
. for public domain
Do you cry out there in the night,
"What's the use!"
and then exchange a mournful sigh
for more abuse?
Well, don't you fret, don't worry,
you free soul,
yours is not the only story
goes untold.
More leaves of grass in every lawn
are overlooked by paintings drawn
by hands that feel what eyes don't see.
Welcome. You're Sorrow's adoptee.
So, go and walk the streets alone.
Find your way
to the undeserved barren throne
and display
all your pain, and let it flourish.
For some day,
some watchful heart seeks to nourish
your bleak Monet.