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/ 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
