Evil in Me
Growing up under heavy influence of music
Hip-Hop in specific
When stress came to find me
I light up a cig
It's sum Cuban shit
We all products of Hip-Hop
A bunch of kids tryna act cool
Screaming fuck school
We gettin' labeled by society
For serval tattoos
Well my skin yellow
I guess that's another crime for ya
Should I apologize to ya
For God didn't leave his canvas unpainted
But these colorful eyes judge people
But these colorful eyes judge people
But these colorful eyes judge people skin being colorful
I always look up to my big hero Jay and wonder
when I be the one to lit up the stage
Fear nothin' and be sincere
Then maybe one day I'll be the flame
We Ain't so fortunate to be born gifted
Instead we born mis-fitted
While the devil and the angel tryna coexist
We weren't born with the rights to choose shit
To be or not to be a chigga nor
To be or not to be a sinner
Should I be or not to be
Should I live should I die should I cry
Should I live should I
Should I die should I lie
Cuz I know the art of healing ain't gon heal an art
It ain't gon heal a soul
But I still learn to fake a smile
In my mama house
Then put my middle fingers up to the moon
Cuz I know the art of healing ain't gon heal an art
It ain't gon heal a soul
But I still learn to fake a smile
In my mama house
Then put my middle fingers up to the moon
Hip-Hop in specific
When stress came to find me
I light up a cig
It's sum Cuban shit
We all products of Hip-Hop
A bunch of kids tryna act cool
Screaming fuck school
We gettin' labeled by society
For serval tattoos
Well my skin yellow
I guess that's another crime for ya
Should I apologize to ya
For God didn't leave his canvas unpainted
But these colorful eyes judge people
But these colorful eyes judge people
But these colorful eyes judge people skin being colorful
I always look up to my big hero Jay and wonder
when I be the one to lit up the stage
Fear nothin' and be sincere
Then maybe one day I'll be the flame
We Ain't so fortunate to be born gifted
Instead we born mis-fitted
While the devil and the angel tryna coexist
We weren't born with the rights to choose shit
To be or not to be a chigga nor
To be or not to be a sinner
Should I be or not to be
Should I live should I die should I cry
Should I live should I
Should I die should I lie
Cuz I know the art of healing ain't gon heal an art
It ain't gon heal a soul
But I still learn to fake a smile
In my mama house
Then put my middle fingers up to the moon
Cuz I know the art of healing ain't gon heal an art
It ain't gon heal a soul
But I still learn to fake a smile
In my mama house
Then put my middle fingers up to the moon
Credits
Writer(s): Haozhe Xu
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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