Picket Fences

Yeah, against the world
Picket fences
Black boy up against those picket fences, against the world
Picket fences
I feel the most black against those picket fences in the suburbs

And it's the suburban black boy, check me out
Stay in the books, but I got style
T-shirt from that thrift shop and my Jordans be hand-me-downs
It's a new brand of blackness, but I own that shit
Never a slave to none, I own that whip

And I been called Oreo and white
Boy, but I ball dirtier than Mike, boy
That's dirty like my SB's (I don't even
Skate no more) that's dirty, but the Sprite clean
Used to get swerved by the birds, but I really feel like Cupid
And loneliness the homie in my bedroom makin' music
I never fit in boxes, but fittin' in is stupid
And when I got probs, me and Frank make solutions

Picket fences
Black boy up against those picket fences, against the world
Picket fences
I feel the most black against those picket fences, in the suburbs
Picket fences
Black boy up against those picket fences, against the world
Picket fences, yeah
I feel the most black against those picket fences, the the suburbs
Ooh, oohoohooh oohoohooh oohoohooh
I want it back, I want it back



Credits
Writer(s): Frank Scoca, Myles Cameron
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