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I Misunderstood
How'd you like to be a white girl livin in the hood?
Sisters always hating on ya, and brothers mean no good.
You're steady smoking white and making plenty green,
Ducking all the nice folks ashamed to be seen.
How would you like living with a man,
not knowing if he really loves you or using a hand?
You hear his words and when he slips up,
you pretend you hadn't heard them and suck the pain up.
How you think you'd like being stuck on that shit?
Everyday you're hustling just to get that hit.
"Friends" stealing everything that you'd ever got.
You're ending up empty maybe you'll get shot.
So I play the lottery,hopin to get paid
just so I don't have to go out and get laid.
Young guys and old ones pawing on you,
In my mind pretending he's Mr. True
It's not very pretty, stuck in my world.
I look in the mirror and pretend I'm a young girl.
I left my family, I left my life,
now stagnant and rotting, nothing but strife.
Applying for jobs, hoping it don't show,
the years of desperation, yet everybody knows.
You're that crackhead, sucking dick.
Insisting on "SKYN" so you won't get sick.
Then comes the time when you're all alone
Cry the pain out it's down deep in your bones
Wake up another day, start all over again.
Trying to get away, just don't know when
Praying for the miracle that never seems to come.
Soon I have to find, a way to go back home.
Either happy, smiling and breathing,
or in a box, dark, cold and alone.
Sisters always hating on ya, and brothers mean no good.
You're steady smoking white and making plenty green,
Ducking all the nice folks ashamed to be seen.
How would you like living with a man,
not knowing if he really loves you or using a hand?
You hear his words and when he slips up,
you pretend you hadn't heard them and suck the pain up.
How you think you'd like being stuck on that shit?
Everyday you're hustling just to get that hit.
"Friends" stealing everything that you'd ever got.
You're ending up empty maybe you'll get shot.
So I play the lottery,hopin to get paid
just so I don't have to go out and get laid.
Young guys and old ones pawing on you,
In my mind pretending he's Mr. True
It's not very pretty, stuck in my world.
I look in the mirror and pretend I'm a young girl.
I left my family, I left my life,
now stagnant and rotting, nothing but strife.
Applying for jobs, hoping it don't show,
the years of desperation, yet everybody knows.
You're that crackhead, sucking dick.
Insisting on "SKYN" so you won't get sick.
Then comes the time when you're all alone
Cry the pain out it's down deep in your bones
Wake up another day, start all over again.
Trying to get away, just don't know when
Praying for the miracle that never seems to come.
Soon I have to find, a way to go back home.
Either happy, smiling and breathing,
or in a box, dark, cold and alone.
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