basketball. ft. yska Lyrics

There's a storm brewing

That was the only time he was proud of me, I joined the kiddie league

Balled out for free every week

Fucked up my knees, cause I wanted him to be proud of me

It's crazy how fast I went from perfect to good for nothing

Spending every day with the man that abused my brothers

Resentment growing for others

He told me to flex and he touched my pecs

I told him, please don't

He said, don't talk back to me, I'll touch you wherever I want

Can't we just watch the movie?

If you can't back out, act out

I know I lash out, spaz out

Mentally lag out

Then I got slapped out, slapped out

Imma Wait till you pass out, black out

Pulling the mac out, blacow

Let's see who's a man now, man down

Don't be a rat now, assed out

This what you asked for, and what I dream bout

Ain't no peace now

Rebound with a freestyle, but it seeps into the beats now

Can't sleep, and I can't eat, Imma kill you if it kills me

It's my fantasy, and it worries me, it should worry you, ain't you heard of me

Hold up bro, time out, time out, let me just calm down

Too many people rely on me

If I get killed, then there lives on me

Manipulation they tried on me worked when my conscious was fighting me

I'm ten, tryna save the world, who's saving me

You told me to pray, but it seems that god doesn't favor me

Pressure building majorly, it's breaking me

Insane to think it went this way for nary a reason

Can't get a day of peace

The shadows in the alleyways cascading terrible things

Every decision is bigger than me

And so are the people actively choosing not to help me

I don't think that I know how to love, so I'm sorry but

Why do people treat me like a toy? What's the point huh

Why do people treat me like a toy? What's the point huh

Why do people treat me like a toy? What's the point huh

I be very wary of white women

It was never about me, they like the power they can't get in their misogynistic household

Would it be too much to ask

Or would that fuck up your fantasy

You may be less then your dad, but at least you aren't black, right

Meat's taste better when you hunt it

Humans are persistence predators, put bluntly

How ironic, this is the one time somebody wants me

Chain dangling from the neck, cracker screaming, daddy

That was the only time he was proud of me

He pushed me until I couldn't stand on my own

Limp and vulnerable, teary eyed, was the only time he was proud of me

Balled out for free, every week

He ignored my needs and brushed off my pleads

So I just had to take that defeat and let him carry me when I didn't even want him to Touch Me

And he called the carrying love

And so I thought that it was

So when it came to loving others, I had misunderstood

You want me to tell the truth? Then I can't write you a happy ending

The relationship between rappers and stolen valor is cancer

Faux glamor with poor grammar, no standards

Pandering to the white man in front of the cameras

It was just a nigger's word against hers

I didn't stand a chance

The pressure always worked on my nerves

You watched my shaky hands

My childhood faded in a blur

I'll never get it back

And nothing that I try ever works

And nothing ever lasts

I was told your life is a loan you need to pay forward

I'm watching niggas lose their lives in principle, bro, it's typical

Shit is centrifugal

Tearing your larynx out, it's paramount

Rite of passage is inheriting the mind prison

I write ambient music because life feels like one long, dissonant drone

Strike the bomb company only to lose your home

Where was I supposed to go? The target you for the weakness you show

I found I had to die to show you I couldn't breathe

Dying became a habit displayed for others to see

Identity fragmented, I didn't know what to be

I found it never mattered as long as I wasn't me

I found it never mattered as long as I wasn't me

I found it never mattered as long as I wasn't me

I found it never mattered as long as I wasn't me

I found it never mattered as long as I wasn't me

I am not a slave

They told me, let the love of god wash over me

They said he loves me, but something's wrong

And as my father threateningly stands over me

He says he loves me, but something's wrong

She doesn't want me to think that she's crazy

She says she loves me, but something's wrong

They say touching me is how they tell me

That they love me, but something's wrong

They told me, let the love of god wash over me

They said he loves me, but something's wrong

And as my father threateningly stands over me

He says he loves me, but something's wrong

She doesn't want me to think that she's crazy

She says she loves me, but something's wrong

They say touching me is how they tell me

That they love me, but something's wrong

I am not a toy

I am not a basketball that you can throw around, to make go through hoops

I am not something you can grab and shove in the trunk whenever you want

I am not something to leave to rot in the basement when you're done

I am not a toy for your amusement

It's funny how you're all abusive, and as such

You called the suffering love

You said the self is defined by the suffering

You said the self is defined by the suffering

You said the self is defined by the suffering

The self is defined by the suffering