Fine

In New York is where I was placed All among the cops and the toxic waste I don't bring it up as a claim to fame But in these confines I had to train my brain Not to think a lot of broke stuff was healed And not to think a lot of fake stuff was real A lot of thick smoke keep the truth concealed But yo it's no joke when the truth revealed Things'll go down that could make you swear A lot of these folks want to make you scared Most of these folks got enough to spare But most of these folks wasn't taught to share Boys was all taught how to not be men We was all taught we should not be friends Girls was all taught they should not like nerds Girls was all taught that it's all 'bout curves Think that way so long It's hard to recognize things don't go wrong And that the truth is you got it going on And when it ain't truth you ain't truth you ain't gotta go along So I fret sometimes I get upset sometimes I get pet sometimes Sweat sometimes I get tongue tied Think I'm falling behind Things are gonna be fine Ah I Ah Ah I Ah Ah I Ah Ah I Ah Ah I Ah Ah I Ah Ah I Ah Ah I Ah Ah I Ah Ah I Ah