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Ghetto in the way I
Uncle, uncle, my ship
Ghetto in the way I
Hide my troubles, my shit don't
in the way I move
Watch me groove, Imma sing my
in the way I talk

My auntie still give God the
by the book depository
Never heard one of grandfather's
Permanent sadness, constant
22 grandkids, one
Turn the stove on cause we with darkness
Social workers don't want sons fathers
When they visit, people bite they tongue the
programs, baccalaureate
Illinois, Texas,
Half a hand drum, accordian
Eagle, phoenix, dragon,
Native American,
Made of black bones and rare
10 feet tall, not of any men
blow up but will not go flat
They do not jack
try to ask the kettle why the pot so black
Maybe little in the but I got yo back

buried in america
Wrote it all just to tear it up
What if a god but it's scared of us?
What if there's a god but it's of us?
So pairing up
They sit there and stare at us
What if there's a god but they of us?
What if there's a god but scared of us?

My mama's
My eyes
that I
Don't
I'm fly
I'm big
And I did that
I did
And I'm a kid
And I'm old
I collect my in a Jello mold
And fold
To the nth
Too
Too
In school
for work
Cause I awake
I go to church
But made a plate
We don't say a
they debate
Or god exists
Or whether pray to an obelisk
I got the gist
The abyss
Of the knowledge is
I seen the
How complement
Subatomic do not commit, come on

Ghetto in the way I
Uncle, uncle, my ship
in the way I think
Hide my troubles my shit don't
Ghetto in the way I