Boulevard

You don't know, You don't know You don't know, You don't know You don't know, You don't You don't know You Don't know-oooh my pain Hand on the bible I transcended the bible I killed my former self no longer checkin his vitals Slowso snatchin souls from dust collected on vinyls I patrol like a Rhino Flow is cold like the cryo- Genic snow that sit on Silo city, So misunderstood SoMis keep ya speakers litty We all just products of the rust belt Chiddy-chiddy-bang, that's the sound of the factories Pop-bang-bang that's the sound of the tragedies Pop got dropped now it's hard to feed the family Arguing non stop, not hard to see it's damaging But we not mad at them because we know they sick too You gotta be better babyboy Don't you skip school We been cursed for generations I just hope it skips you I just hope it skips you That's what my momma say, That's what my momma say And I'm Tortured by this pain that I inherited Generational trauma in my name for inheritance Mixed race, spic face, sick case for heritage Everywhere I go somebody wonder who my parents is Like, how they parent him? On welfare and fairy tales Stuntin on blanquitos in the class by readin very well Life is constantly in cycles like a merry-go They robbin us of childhood that's why we actin very grown We sufferin in silence we in dire need of miracles I don't believe in white Jesus, best believe I'm spiritual Melanincholy a hex invented by imperials To black and brown babies A curse on our pigment Peace, Love, and Nappiness to all the diaspora I adore ya though we different, disorganized and distant And love to anybody out there listening And love to anybody out there listening You don't know, You don't know You don't know, You don't know You don't know, You don't You don't know You don't know-oooh my pain This that Melanincholy, yeah yeah yeah