what belongs

Palm trees along the sea that don't belong here

Kinda like me, born in the wrong year

McDonalds iced tea, I drink that

Not the best I can be, I'd like to think that

Self-reflection is free, the complexion of me

These conventional fees and education degrees

But then I think back, thanks for making me black

So I can say nigga and get accused for pink stacks

I know my grave digger got loafer shoes and mink hats

To make my bank bigger and go to school like relax

It seems I can't figure how beautiful the relapse

I know some blunt babysitters, but we all need that