Where Im From
Where I'm From
I'm from death walking back from the store with skittles and an Arizona
Living in society for the white man is like sippin on a Corona
I'm from blessed to see 18 no i'm blessed to have made it to the end of the week
Girls worried about their hair and nails being on fleek
When they should be worried about the company they keep
And the male attention they seek
Males ain't looking for a wife no more just some good sex to put them to sleep
Instead of asking what are you plans for the future it's are you a freak?
Being yourself is frowned upon your society's black sheep
Everybody wants to play in the ditch until things get steep
This generation fears the thought of somebody actually loving them so it's no loyalty we creep
They say it's plenty other fish in the sea until the water gets too deep
I know black women tired of losing their sons to the streets
Everytime she hears a gunshot her heart skips a beat
Hoping these streets ain't blow her sons brains from his head to his feet..
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