Note's of A Native Son

Notes of a native son, kind of blue, kind of blue, here they come, here they come, extended

Mag I let loose, they say you keep what you earn, but where I'm from that ain't true

Ten karat gold on your front, a crooked smile I see through, funny how my niggas

Livin' to grind, but money problems make it hard to survive, workin' to live just to

Die, so everyday I wake I'm takin' my time, some niggas hate it when you live what you

Rhyme, like speakin' truth is a crime, better days in my safe, went from God fearin' now

You playin' God, wonder why some folks be hard to relate, the same time I'm starin

Death in the face, see my reflection I'm reminded how my city burnin' right in my face, whole

Time momma carried a weight, whole time granny carried a faith, whole time I was tryin

To escape, whole time I was runnin' in place, the whole time I was makin' plays, playin