Life is a bitch, and we ain’t ask for it..
Ain’t our decision, but we living like a task force.
And every task, we forced, to wear a mask, of course
Niggas trying to push the image of the realest.
We born and sworn in with no identity..
and then checkin in with social security.
And the clock starts, for your development.
The whole time, you're a child in this element.
Don’t know which way is up, you keep ya head down
until you see them other kids in the playground.
So now you got place to belong
Until them people start, doing you wrong.
That perception in they head about you
Give you insecurities that ain’t true.!
So from pre teens, ‘til you grown,
you don’t need friends, you develop on ya’ own!
Found a small group of folks who accepting
But none of y'all give a fuck about acceptance
and that same group of people send you blessing
when you struggling, learning them life lessons.
It’s a bitch, and we ain’t ask for it
ain’t like you can give it back to the last source
So don’t send apologies to society
Test the stress, manifest your destiny.
