Different

You gotta look me in my face, and tell me I ain't different

You gotta look me in my face and tell me I ain't different

When people out here be privileged

They hunger is missing

I see this homeless man who most likely deal with addiction

He on the corner holding sign bout smiling uplifting

And if I give up this twenty, he gon smoke up and live It

It's a cycle of battling demons we all get it

It's all physics

Never the Same, my mode shifting

Mamba in that sky I wish that God could make all different