[Intro]
If you weren't so eager to please the white man and send the grading curve up, there'd be three times as many of us here now
What kind of Tom are you, anyway?
Same as you, I guess
Except that I don't try to have it both ways
Are you calling me a 'Tom', man?
Well, none of us were picked for our militancy now, were we?
Now why don't you go away and leave me alone?
Why don't you join the team, man?
Team? Man, I'm not playing any games
Come here now, come
This fool is crazy, man
[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Ayy, brother, brother
And any men born to mothers
Just know that your days are numbered
And life might be filled with troubles
Your troubles may come in doubles
In form of your former lovers
They use your kids for revenge
'Cause you dug her, but never loved her
Never loved her, but drug her
Drug her and made her suffer
Left her a single mother
No malice since I was younger
Barely filled with that hunger
Barely could help my mama
How could I be a father?
Daily, keep gettin' harder
Have mercy
Every week, somethin' hittin' me adversely
I remember dropping my babies off at the church nursery
I remember sittin' hurt all alone in the church service
Asking God to reveal me a plan and a higher purpose
Was a boy, now I'm grown
Immaturity gone
Lying, scheming, and dreaming in queue is gettin' your own
Ask anybody that know me, I suffered slowly for years
And now I'm like Kobe, grippin' that trophy closely and I shed tears
If you weren't so eager to please the white man and send the grading curve up, there'd be three times as many of us here now
What kind of Tom are you, anyway?
Same as you, I guess
Except that I don't try to have it both ways
Are you calling me a 'Tom', man?
Well, none of us were picked for our militancy now, were we?
Now why don't you go away and leave me alone?
Why don't you join the team, man?
Team? Man, I'm not playing any games
Come here now, come
This fool is crazy, man
[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Ayy, brother, brother
And any men born to mothers
Just know that your days are numbered
And life might be filled with troubles
Your troubles may come in doubles
In form of your former lovers
They use your kids for revenge
'Cause you dug her, but never loved her
Never loved her, but drug her
Drug her and made her suffer
Left her a single mother
No malice since I was younger
Barely filled with that hunger
Barely could help my mama
How could I be a father?
Daily, keep gettin' harder
Have mercy
Every week, somethin' hittin' me adversely
I remember dropping my babies off at the church nursery
I remember sittin' hurt all alone in the church service
Asking God to reveal me a plan and a higher purpose
Was a boy, now I'm grown
Immaturity gone
Lying, scheming, and dreaming in queue is gettin' your own
Ask anybody that know me, I suffered slowly for years
And now I'm like Kobe, grippin' that trophy closely and I shed tears
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