[Verse 1]
Goddamn, goddamn, living up to my passion
Much was given, but much is tested in every fashion
Any given action showing my growth or my lack thereof
Tryna balance my goals with just having fun
Meanwhile, tryna channel these flows like an aqueduct
But having expensive clothes never added up
Or tallying the hoes you got the address of
Or rallying up phone numbers for habit
Tenth grade, half my school on drugs
You hear the sayings but never see its pervasiveness till you're there with the scrubs
Things like this from my generation got me losing hope now
Take a step off the property and all you see is smoke clouds
Living in a world where everything feels like a jest
The black kids rely on sess
Some whites been frying meth like soul food
It's baby steps, but no, we never messed with Ecole's rules
Nobody thinking logical and talking crude
Hate crimes in the locker rooms
They called it art and they saw it through
And we not impressed and we not amused
But we ain't crying cause we know it's true
Racism is still alive, spray paint and colored lines
Split us up just to weaken, putting two Negroes in each room
Black student, but I'm top of my class
They all surprised but they won't say it
I understand that I'm no one's favorite but I'm grandstanding
I'm gone display it
They can't stand it
I'm straight aces while still a part of your girl's playlist
Your color and my color, that's all a part of my mosaic
But let's get back to the topic
One day their friend pass them something
Next day they don't know how to stop it
Nowadays, my age don't know what's happening but dope
Rely on molly for ecstasy, lean on actavis to cope
Makes them feel like they're living, the spike in their system
People tripping to keep them driven
Kids dip to drop acid like guacamole
Got homies who'd walk the land coast-to-coast, run
Hike to cop the drug, and overdose them like the doctor does
Goddamn, goddamn, living up to my passion
Much was given, but much is tested in every fashion
Any given action showing my growth or my lack thereof
Tryna balance my goals with just having fun
Meanwhile, tryna channel these flows like an aqueduct
But having expensive clothes never added up
Or tallying the hoes you got the address of
Or rallying up phone numbers for habit
Tenth grade, half my school on drugs
You hear the sayings but never see its pervasiveness till you're there with the scrubs
Things like this from my generation got me losing hope now
Take a step off the property and all you see is smoke clouds
Living in a world where everything feels like a jest
The black kids rely on sess
Some whites been frying meth like soul food
It's baby steps, but no, we never messed with Ecole's rules
Nobody thinking logical and talking crude
Hate crimes in the locker rooms
They called it art and they saw it through
And we not impressed and we not amused
But we ain't crying cause we know it's true
Racism is still alive, spray paint and colored lines
Split us up just to weaken, putting two Negroes in each room
Black student, but I'm top of my class
They all surprised but they won't say it
I understand that I'm no one's favorite but I'm grandstanding
I'm gone display it
They can't stand it
I'm straight aces while still a part of your girl's playlist
Your color and my color, that's all a part of my mosaic
But let's get back to the topic
One day their friend pass them something
Next day they don't know how to stop it
Nowadays, my age don't know what's happening but dope
Rely on molly for ecstasy, lean on actavis to cope
Makes them feel like they're living, the spike in their system
People tripping to keep them driven
Kids dip to drop acid like guacamole
Got homies who'd walk the land coast-to-coast, run
Hike to cop the drug, and overdose them like the doctor does
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