[Verse 1: Fashawn]
I came out the gate, 1988
Pops was out to skate
Momma said she was late
Still Even with his absence I had to adjust
With the madness grew up
A little quicker than your average
Cause limitations I ain't had none
A young black kid
Brainwashed by rap and rock
VCRs, I had the Magnavox
Back in high school, we had the campus locked
Non grad, didn't have to drop out but
We needed something to believe in
When we were living for the weekend
Teacher said we wouldn't be shit
Not bad for some heathens
[Hook]
Thanks for the lack of faith
In judging what I do
This generation
Ain't nothing I can say
What can I tell to you
This generation
I came out the gate, 1988
Pops was out to skate
Momma said she was late
Still Even with his absence I had to adjust
With the madness grew up
A little quicker than your average
Cause limitations I ain't had none
A young black kid
Brainwashed by rap and rock
VCRs, I had the Magnavox
Back in high school, we had the campus locked
Non grad, didn't have to drop out but
We needed something to believe in
When we were living for the weekend
Teacher said we wouldn't be shit
Not bad for some heathens
[Hook]
Thanks for the lack of faith
In judging what I do
This generation
Ain't nothing I can say
What can I tell to you
This generation
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