Prove Em Wrong
Poor us
They don't even know us
Judge me by my pigmentation
Mentally I feel alienated
I feel like I don't belong
Often times I prove em wrong
I feel like I don't belong
Often times I prove em wrong
Play like you don't know my name
When I catch you in traffic your head lowers in shame
Disappointed that I didn't settle for failure or fabricated dreams
Slaving at a 9-5
Slip & fall money schemes
Doing what I'm destined to do spoke it in existence
Niggas thought I was tripping
Niggas done caught slipping
Convicted or still in prison
I wish they took time to listen
It's more to life than what glistens
I know it all so they figure
No commissary or money, believe me I know the feeling
Did time with niggas
Shed tears with niggas
Missed meals with niggas
Missing my other half
Reminiscing on how I would hug her and grab her ass
Wishing that I could take back some things and undo the past
Came a long way looking back as I laugh
That was a part of my life when you was all that I had
Damn
Poor us
They don't even know us (They don't know us, no)
Judge me by my pigmentation
Mentally I feel alienated
I feel like I don't belong (No, no, no, no)
Often times I prove em wrong
I feel like I don't belong
Often times I prove em wrong (Don't belong)
I feel like I don't belong
The world full of broken promises it will lead you on
Niggas start talkin' down on you when you in yo zone
Then go to the studio and put it in a song
Most of these rappers copycats, they all clones
I be on the same shit I guess we all wrong
I'ma paint a vivid picture HD like a drone
The gas got me catchin' contacts like a iPhone
Yeah
I don't belong in here
They look at me wrong, yea
I'm on my own in here
Might cry on this song, yea
I'm not racist but I look up in they faces
Tryna judge me like we livin' segregated
Martin Luther King had love for
Caucasians
Wanna live my life and take my momma on vacation
The system plot on me bring my name up in them cases
And let him sell drugs he just wanna feed his baby
Or his ol' lady they been living in a basement
Took a nigga stash now he laid up on the pavement
Poor us
They don't even know us
Judge me by my pigmentation
Mentally I feel alienated
I feel like I don't belong
Often times I prove em wrong
I feel like I don't belong
Often times I prove em wrong
They don't even know us
Judge me by my pigmentation
Mentally I feel alienated
I feel like I don't belong
Often times I prove em wrong
I feel like I don't belong
Often times I prove em wrong
Play like you don't know my name
When I catch you in traffic your head lowers in shame
Disappointed that I didn't settle for failure or fabricated dreams
Slaving at a 9-5
Slip & fall money schemes
Doing what I'm destined to do spoke it in existence
Niggas thought I was tripping
Niggas done caught slipping
Convicted or still in prison
I wish they took time to listen
It's more to life than what glistens
I know it all so they figure
No commissary or money, believe me I know the feeling
Did time with niggas
Shed tears with niggas
Missed meals with niggas
Missing my other half
Reminiscing on how I would hug her and grab her ass
Wishing that I could take back some things and undo the past
Came a long way looking back as I laugh
That was a part of my life when you was all that I had
Damn
Poor us
They don't even know us (They don't know us, no)
Judge me by my pigmentation
Mentally I feel alienated
I feel like I don't belong (No, no, no, no)
Often times I prove em wrong
I feel like I don't belong
Often times I prove em wrong (Don't belong)
I feel like I don't belong
The world full of broken promises it will lead you on
Niggas start talkin' down on you when you in yo zone
Then go to the studio and put it in a song
Most of these rappers copycats, they all clones
I be on the same shit I guess we all wrong
I'ma paint a vivid picture HD like a drone
The gas got me catchin' contacts like a iPhone
Yeah
I don't belong in here
They look at me wrong, yea
I'm on my own in here
Might cry on this song, yea
I'm not racist but I look up in they faces
Tryna judge me like we livin' segregated
Martin Luther King had love for
Caucasians
Wanna live my life and take my momma on vacation
The system plot on me bring my name up in them cases
And let him sell drugs he just wanna feed his baby
Or his ol' lady they been living in a basement
Took a nigga stash now he laid up on the pavement
Poor us
They don't even know us
Judge me by my pigmentation
Mentally I feel alienated
I feel like I don't belong
Often times I prove em wrong
I feel like I don't belong
Often times I prove em wrong
Credits
Writer(s): Douglas Crawford
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