Letra

Uh, picture this, little kid, dark skin toned Among some light skins homies all day long So unaware of what his people been through So confused to a point where he would even be blue Red, yellow, anything but black, how bout that Stripped back of any pride for no reason in particular Would give anything to be light skinned, so insecure Would pay it with his soul if possibly that was simpler So detached from his roots, Being stereotyped was getting old, but couldn't see it in his looks Uh, one flick to the dick wont bruise, Times that by a thousand and maybe you'd feel it too, ooo But luckily this child developed within A thick skin surfaced and suddenly he was winning Beginning to understand how to react Keep cool, and this cruel world, it can't pull you back, no! I've heard a whole lotta things throughout my life Things to pull me down, instead have made me fight My homies wanna know how I don't start flexing I tell 'em it aint a secret, in fact, its one lesson, said What you do, when life gives you lemons? You just cut them fuckas up in 20 seconds, don't sweat it What you do, when life gives you lemons? You just cut them fuckas up in 20 seconds, don't sweat it What you do, when life gives you lemons? You just cut them fuckas up in 20 seconds, don't sweat it What you do, when life gives you lemons? You just cut them fuckas up in 20 seconds, don't sweat it I been called an animal, coulda caused collateral Damage but i handle it, better than most rambling Been looked at worse than a hood rat Grannies locked eyes with me but I aint never look back Like this individual probably a born criminal Actions are so predictable, attitude so despicable Check him for that medicinal, crack probably is visible Blacks should be invisible, lack what is formidable I just straight fall into that stereotype Black rapper cooking chicken, aw, that must be right I can see it in their eyes like "You still here? Thought you was making money now?" See 'em spill tears Only of laughter, whisper to me only my disasters Even close loves don't believe I'm the answer, its like "Maybe you should have a back up Industry's kinda tough and it only gets tougher" But you really don't get it, see I'm on mission Your words I hear em but I really don't listen Aw, na I aint worried, no I don't trip one bit To you my path seem dark but to me its lit I've heard a whole lotta things throughout my life Things to pull me down, instead have made me fight My homies wanna know how i don't start flexin I tell 'em it aint a secret, in fact, its one lesson, said What you do, when life gives you lemons? You just cut them fuckas up in 20 seconds, don't sweat it, na What you do, when life gives you lemons? You just cut them fuckas up in 20 seconds, don't sweat it, SAX! (Sax Solo) I've heard a whole lotta things throughout my life
Writer(s): Benjamin Peter Garden, Kojo Owusu-ansah Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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