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Out Of Category
He never liked classes he was always a social cat
The cutest kittens forever where he at
The rudest men held positions at the flat
Momma loved him but momma wanna man to help assist with this boy
This boy this swing and a miss
Bright eyed beautiful lips plumped with lies
Ma stumped and crying but he dont ever ask why
Just kisses ma goodbye zips his jacket up and goodnight
Skateboard or bike (like peace)
Im out of category x4
(you know why)
Cause he dislike the strife so avoids it
Dont trust teachers cause they dont trust him
Dont trust motives so he dont trust friends
He cant tell if most other people cold or just dont trust black skin
Displaced the race card shuffled
The spade ace into a place where cards stayed blank
And not to say without a face more like a lack of color
Not really to certain how to go about a brother
It wasnt always like that though
But momma moved him out the gutter to the curb
so he wouldnt wash away
He didnt seem to get that though
and momma wasnt really pullin in that butter
So his bread came another way and he couldnt have nice things
Fuck em he didnt even want em
if he needed em he found a way to got em
Since everybody doubt em he happily obliged to bide his time
And find his little piece of peace at the bottom like fuck yall
Im out of category x8
He build his self-esteem up off some tricks
Cause even when he matched as far as skin with kids it seemed they didnt mix
(And) there seemed to be disdain from the kids that clashed colors with him
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Rebel yelling girls trying to make they daddy pissed
So aint nobody on his buddy list
Cause they would probably give him business
about the shitty sweater he lives in
So he surrounds himself with hope to touch a throne
And other people feeling all alone
Hold your heart
Im out of category x4
He found punk rock the first time that
He rode either the nine or eleven bus line it slips the mind
But they way they didnt need to fit in
He asked if he could pull the bell and said mom I wanna be like them
Found his kin brothers at school thinking he trying to rewrite skin
Other are fools never seem some shit like him
So far hes been a bitter boy
Living like litter no choice no quieter so cue the noise
Aint nothing like a Mohawk to show off your fuck off
And kick off the Reeboks for boots
To keep the block off you
But he could see how the re-route of style
made the eye brows raise, (but)
Not for nothing wasnt changing you
Hed seen his daddy with a pipe too young to understand
Life aint coming from this man holding hands with him
He probably didnt meant to hit him
he probably didnt even mean to plant his seed
Is my picture in his wallet with him? hes thinking probably not
And even so its probably rolled up with some coke in it
Old and out of focus so nope the road they chose was not his
Nobody will ever be like him hold your heart
Im out of category x 12
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