Annie put you on, she don't know about tomorrow
Running back to homeland like you wasn't borrowed
Take care, you know the way they feel about you
'Cause you macchiato-colored, girl
And you switch when you move
It smell like cocoa butter, soul food
All the white they sold you
Niggas in they hatchbacks
Freestyling to old school
All got AF1s on and they double as our church shoes
Know it's graduation day, but can I wear my FUBU
You wanna see my laundry list
I wanna be on 106
I wanna rock the freshest kicks
I wanna be like normal kids
Occupy the streets until you occupy that cell
And it's a shame, you still the same
'Cause you can't move around too well
Niggas starve or make a sale
Or the hood move on to jail
Now I'm a baby with a lunch debt
And some shoes that I can't fill
Lost in the fine print
Gone into hiding
Little ziploc and he
Lost to confinement
And I
Wish I was grown
Want a house to call my own
Want the ice cream man to tell them white folk
Get up out my home
(Yeah)
Running from the red lights
Mama trippin' big time
Like "I told you so"
I still get to free roam
But we gotta be home
When the lights come on
I'm singing
My lungs out:
"I don't got no guns. How
I don't scream, I don't shout
And I never thought I'd die with the sun out"
You wanna see my laundry list
I wanna be on 106
I wanna rock the freshest kicks
I wanna be like normal kids