Black Sheep

How to grow up in a family full of success
When you're the one that's a tragedy, absolute mess
I'll confess that I didn't do my best when
Everything was handed to me on a silver platter

Matter of fact I got everything I wanted
Everything I need and I still feel haunted
Garden full of palm trees and to top it off
Got a dog in my lap, how the fuck is that not enough

I never had to live with any violence
Only when I used to beat myself up in silence
Caught up in my head and started acting problematic
Full of panic, full of static, suicidal ideation

Upper middle class white boy wants to rap
Acting like he hard yet he never saw a strap
Phony motherfucker, bet his life a piece of cake
Another wannabe Eminem waiting for his big break

I never had to grow up in the hood, I just wore one
Never had my hands on a gun, just a water one
Call me what you wanna, meet me in the sauna
My dick compared to yours is an anaconda

Wow, where did that come from?
Thought this was supposed to be another sad song?
Sike, when I get on the mic, ain't nobody alike
Ain't nobody stopping me, go take a hike

No cash, that's fine, I'm alright
Focus on myself, drop music, got time
Daily medication just to keep myself in line
Write a bar, here comes the doubt, toss it in the bin, fuck

There goes the rhyme, there goes the flow
I know, you know my goal to grow
Isn't something to keep on the low
Drag the homies and your momma to my show, let 'em know

Ninety Nine

Black sheep of the family
I'm the black, black sheep of the family
I'm the black sheep of the family
I'm the black, black sheep of the (ay ay)

Black sheep of the family
I'm the black, black sheep of the family
I'm the black sheep of the family
I'm the black, black sheep of the (ay)



Credits
Writer(s): Dean Evrard
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