[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
Barely got control of it, must've got a hold of it
Threw me to the ground and left a scar right on my n***a lips
I look in the closet when I think about the past life
Never good in my wallet, tryna see if I got my cash right
Fuck a flight, they ain't never wanted to treat my pack right
Fuck a job, they ain't never treat my mom and dad right

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
I hate the quiet suburbs, I hate those picket fences
I hate the separation, first thing they called me: N***a
I fight, I got suspended
My teachers saw me hit him
So they ain't listen to me, and from that moment on
I would learn that I was different, I would grow to see the difference
Second guessing my decisions, black bodies come up missing

[Verse 3: Joba]
I feel like all my days are coming to rubble
I feel like all my days are coming to rubble

[Verse 4: Dom McLennon]
I would walk through the halls at my own pace
Every lunch, I would flow, having no place
All the books in my bag till my bones ache
Wonder how the world would be if I ain't know face—