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letra de black boy lost - skitzomichigan

[intro: skitzomichigan]
on that lonely roll man. i’m all alone. black boy lost. k.a.!
burn the cross, the black boy lost
ruin the cross, the black boy lost

[verse 1: skitzomichigan]
they never taught us about wealth (no)
but they taught us how to buy these monkey clothes and make a godd-mn fool of ourselves
the miseducation, it started back in segregation (yeah)
this drill music is k!lling off my black nation
i’m just bein’ patient ’cause grandma say that jesus coming back
i ain’t trustin’ that n-gga if his skin ain’t black
it’s a thin line and a tight rope, i’m looking at n-ggas who k!lling more black people than white folks, i lost hope
but who am i? just a black boy lost
tryin’ to find my way in this world no matter what the cost
you not a boss until you took an l
his third time getting out of jail, this n-gga can’t read or spell
but he can bring down a bеll and never touch a scale
hе like “f-ck church” ’cause he already living in h-ll
when hank took his life that light switch went off
now i understand he the black boy lost (rest in peace)

[skit]
reports of gunfire. portage police say when they arrived to the scene all they knew is that people had heard gunfire and one person was shot. henry, or hank, bates, his wife brianna bates and their six-year-old daughter zenzia were inside

[chorus: skitzomichigan]
it’s a burden to carry with a road to cross
search within for the black boy lost
i thought i was a man until i f-cked up my plans
now i understand i’m the black boy lost
it’s a burden to carry with a road to cross
search within for the black boy lost
i thought i was a man until i f-cked up my plans
now i understand i’m the black boy lost
[verse 2: skitzomichigan]
i’m tryin’ to break the cycle (yeah), the black family is so vital
best dad of the year, i’m tryin’ to bring home the title
growin’ up i was g-ngb-ngin’, followin’ n-ggas
i was tryin’ to fit in, i wasn’t really a k!ller
all the highs and the lows, some come, some go
shootin’ dice with the bro tryin’ to buy new clothes
didn’t have a happy home, couldn’t find a role model
so i followed the cold road of sleepy hollow with liquor bottles
with no parents around i became full of hate
then my dad died, cancer on his prostate
me and my mama not on speaking terms
and the only person that understand is grandma fern
family spread out, we ain’t even close no more
if no one waters the garden, how we supposed to grow?
i lead by examples, actions are supposed to show
black boy lost, walkin’ down a cobblestone road

- skitzomichigan

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