To Start Over

I was born by the stars crystal rivers from afar I was flowing baby
And the mistakes that I made they were expensive sad to say I was just growing baby
I wasn't knowing baby
But if I ever got the chance I would be a better man I would start over again
And over again over with you
Yea, I'd do it over with you baby

Because I too was America
With my darker skin and post Jim Crow family structure
Still innocent as those Saturday morning cartoons and managed to smile despite the struggle
We was mamas baby's poppas maybes -her child
We'd build a house own the moon if it would make her smile
We was young
But that didn't stop us from picking up certain problems
Like mama workin own CHRISTmas of the evil vibe we got from the copas,
Why are there no Treyvan lawyers or doctors just burger flippers and dope boy hopefuls,
The white man a shooo the black man a shoot ya
Sir I wanna be legal but I feel myself changing into one of these people that

Gotta off set swag came from the struggle
Put the gold in the mud came back double
hoopties full of young niggas tryna prove some
Broads bringing fast food with the bell money
You wouldn't know it but my Patna is a whole killa
All my dogs sellin sacks like they Vaughn miller
I can flip a O
By the corner store
Lets Hit every curb
Let's just push and serve

I was born by the stars crystal rivers from afar I was flowing baby
And the mistakes that I made they were expensive sad to say I was just growing baby
I wasn't knowing baby
But if I ever got the chance I would be a better man I would start over again
And over again over with you
Yea, I'd do it over with you baby

Now you know I ain't never been a violent person
People just out to hurt me
Minus the folk up the street
Life would be picture perfect
Now my feelings is hurting
I thought the System was working
1 in 3 of us in the jail
Brilliant minds trapped in a cell
The neighborhood got so much color in it
Why we fighting and ain't nothing but brothas in it
I'm starting to believe that maybe just maybe I am that black male suspect they looking fo
When poverty creating colored water fountains like it's 1964
And while my brothers rapping bout bad bitches dope and percocet
My Patna in a 6'9 missing mo letters than the alphabet
The reverend won't mention the cause and effect of slavery in his next sermon
The niggas next do broke in madea house I don't wanna hurt em but

I know some shootas just like Jeff van gundy
Please tell yo patnas that they not My homies
We can from smoking dro and dranking boos
We left them crime scenes super cool
I got the mag own me if the cash own me nigga
I wouldn't even dream aboutcha if I blasted own you nigga
I'm outchea savage I actin right
I never really stood a chance at that other life