Verse 1:

Quick synopsis

My father black

My mother white

What’s poppin'

My father is 1 of 12

& my mother

Well she’s adopted

Until I was 6

I grew up with my mother

My father was handling business

Already had 2 kids with another

My mother went away for a year & a day

It’s cool

I moved in with my father

A trampoline & a pool

It’s hard to wanna go back

So I never did

Can understand the disappointment

Mama had in her kid

But oh well

I had to grow still

Deserve a Nobel

Peace prize

Smiling like O’Dell

That I could grow hair

Was good at sports

& entertained the teachers

My father encouraged me

To be the man you seeing

My mother gave me freedom

From her womb

I was a C-Section

Before my birth

God made it very clear

That I'ma be tested

Each weapon may form

But they prosper not

Paint the world how you see it

Young Basquiat

Chorus:

This the world I see

Everybody’s hiding

Nobody’s free

Verse 2:

I caught a word

You should learn ya composure

From Marty Bryd

You could flourish

If you knew

That the time you borrowed was yours

Enjoy life

Take chances on ya self roll dice

While I got you listening

To unsolicited advise

Don’t stop

Keep dreaming

Especially if you hold the capacity

You’ll get help from gravity

Keep reaching

My niece teaching

My Team eating

When together in the same room

Know that we heat seeking

These niggas ain’t opps

They really K Pop

You still flooding ya wrist with Jacob

My nigga wake up

I mean it’s true we treated less than

But tell me the community that you invest in

That what I’m respecting

I come as one but 10,000 what I’m repping

& I will never turn my back or neglect them

Though each weapon may form

It will prosper not

Don’t destroy ya art

Paint it raw

Young Basquiat

Chorus:

This the world I see

Everybody’s hiding

Nobody’s free