HIStory (ft. C.S. Armstrong)

My grandfather came from Mississippi
He was a real field nigga
On the real, Florida cows and chickens
Dropped out the third grade
Ain't have a pot to piss in
Muscle up a few grand and had some kids in the trenches
My grandmother did hair and taught my paw how to read
'62, they had my mama
Then for years they repeat
Six boys, one girl, life was good in the 70's
Blacks owned their own shit
And we had love for our relatives
Then that boy came in tweaking
Wreaking up havoc
Segregation was a flock, set us light years backwards
My grandfather died of cancer
Set my whole fam backwards
Now I finally understand why my whole life backwards

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Now a fatherless daughter
No one left to hug and guide her
Not to mention she just had her first seed and she barely 20
Fuck that, she was hardly looking
Life caught her, really put her in a pickle
She was hanging out with
He was from 29th
He used to steal cars, pimp hoes, and roll dice
Shooting, cocaine, kick doors, and kill mice
Who would've ever think she'd choose him to be the knight
They had five kids
He ain't raise not one
That nigga ain't shit
Can't believe that nigga

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Sins of my father weigh me down but they won't chain me for long
No, I can't lie
Would've been nice to have my father at home
Having Christmas as a family
Gumbo and pecan pie
Cousins used to ask my uncles where my daddy at all the time
I sat there in silence while they would switch up the subject
I don't blame them for nothing
My mama gave me her blessings
Now I watch my niece and nephews
While my sister's in prison
I'm only 15 but think like I done lived through the seasons
My other brother doing time for some shit he ain't do
This gotta be my daddy karma
I ain't as stupid as you
At 17 I got charged with assault on a teacher
I ain't even touch that cracker, but Ms. Miller believed 'em
Recommended for expulsion, got my mama all pissed off
Keep telling me these actions only come with a graveyard
My temper was bad, but nigga how could you blame me
It's in my DNA
My daddy made me a whole G
We all got addictions passed down from my pops, see

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