Benjamin Button (A Child Is the Man)

Fuck a sample I'ma sample me
They could have the Kyrie handle, still could never handle me
A walking problem so my opps are never problem-free
They momma got a problem once they get a look at me
To ya momma I am what they hopin' you could be
And your dad is mad you let me take that nigga's role
I tell my sons to stop lookin' for my affirmation
Tryna tussle with your elders for some validation
Either way you wanna play I'll give you my location
Come with all the smoke my cause of death asphyxiation
Even in my death my legacy is yo fixation
You never learned to make the most out of a situation
You don't appreciate the painful path of self-creation
You see what they be doin' do your best impersonation
And see somebody throw their body in their own light
Years of dyin' and rebirth to make it overnight
Years of never bein' everything for anybody
Years of takin' in anything from anybody
The braggadocio of trained-to-go hood niggas
The blind confidence of honor roll white boys
The loud and proud booty cheek-switchin' bad bitches
The grippin' innocence of multicolored artsy girls
I walked around the world tryna fit in all your worlds
I took a piece of each and made it to my own world
Every time denied who I thought I was died
Seekin' who I was, but that boy could really hide

I finally found him dragged his sorry ass kickin' and screamin'
Terrified if bein' seen would give him different meanin'
Have to see that bein' Black is a survival act
And masculinity on most guys a fragile mask
Google with the quickness can't move on without the truth
I even research punchlines when I'm in the booth
Off the weed my reflection is that of a demon
Way too lovin' wit a lady low control of semen
Too naïve I see a smile and I think I'm free
But unleashin' me turns you into a nursery
And a nursing home, I'm childish and very old
Mom smothered me we had no one else in the cold
Grown enough to know I had to make it on my own
Forever baby part of me just never left the womb
Forever driven by the fact I end up in a tomb
So everything I see's a miracle, I'll show you too

Isn't it crazy how you see my words inside your head?
Isn't it weird how a lumpy goo turns into bread?
Isn't it funny how we call money cheese and bread
Despite the fact they both mold and get too old to use?
Isn't it cool how colors are just waves of light?
And sound is physical so it can really hit you, right?
Ahaha, that's so silly
Makin' money off the things I say is darn silly
Gettin' numbers on a screen for sayin' and doin' things
That people see through a screen is so darn silly
How many people streamin' right now? Wow, really?
Cool! Mom, come look

I love you
I know your heart, I love you
See you live your dreams, I'd love to
Trust yourself and God above you
Anbessa