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Out Of Category
He never liked classes he was always a social cat The cutest kittens forever where he at The rudest men held positions at the flat Momma loved him but momma wanna man to help assist with this boy This boy this swing and a miss Bright eyed beautiful lips plumped with lies Ma stumped and crying but he dont ever ask why Just kisses ma goodbye zips his jacket up and goodnight Skateboard or bike (like peace) Im out of category x4 (you know why) Cause he dislike the strife so avoids it Dont trust teachers cause they dont trust him Dont trust motives so he dont trust friends He cant tell if most other people cold or just dont trust black skin Displaced the race card shuffled The spade ace into a place where cards stayed blank And not to say without a face more like a lack of color Not really to certain how to go about a brother It wasnt always like that though But momma moved him out the gutter to the curb so he wouldnt wash away He didnt seem to get that though and momma wasnt really pullin in that butter So his bread came another way and he couldnt have nice things Fuck em he didnt even want em if he needed em he found a way to got em Since everybody doubt em he happily obliged to bide his time And find his little piece of peace at the bottom like fuck yall Im out of category x8 He build his self-esteem up off some tricks Cause even when he matched as far as skin with kids it seemed they didnt mix (And) there seemed to be disdain from the kids that clashed colors with him Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Rebel yelling girls trying to make they daddy pissed So aint nobody on his buddy list Cause they would probably give him business about the shitty sweater he lives in So he surrounds himself with hope to touch a throne And other people feeling all alone Hold your heart Im out of category x4 He found punk rock the first time that He rode either the nine or eleven bus line it slips the mind But they way they didnt need to fit in He asked if he could pull the bell and said mom I wanna be like them Found his kin brothers at school thinking he trying to rewrite skin Other are fools never seem some shit like him So far hes been a bitter boy Living like litter no choice no quieter so cue the noise Aint nothing like a Mohawk to show off your fuck off And kick off the Reeboks for boots To keep the block off you But he could see how the re-route of style made the eye brows raise, (but) Not for nothing wasnt changing you Hed seen his daddy with a pipe too young to understand Life aint coming from this man holding hands with him He probably didnt meant to hit him he probably didnt even mean to plant his seed Is my picture in his wallet with him? hes thinking probably not And even so its probably rolled up with some coke in it Old and out of focus so nope the road they chose was not his Nobody will ever be like him hold your heart Im out of category x 12
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