Boulevard

You don't know, You don't know
You don't know, You don't know
You don't know, You don't
You don't know
You Don't know-oooh my pain

Hand on the bible
I transcended the bible
I killed my former self no longer checkin his vitals
Slowso snatchin souls from dust collected on vinyls
I patrol like a Rhino
Flow is cold like the cryo-
Genic snow that sit on Silo
city, So misunderstood
SoMis keep ya speakers litty
We all just products of the rust belt
Chiddy-chiddy-bang, that's the sound of the factories
Pop-bang-bang that's the sound of the tragedies
Pop got dropped now it's hard to feed the family
Arguing non stop, not hard to see it's damaging
But we not mad at them because we know they sick too
You gotta be better babyboy
Don't you skip school
We been cursed for generations
I just hope it skips you
I just hope it skips you
That's what my momma say, That's what my momma say
And I'm
Tortured by this pain that I inherited
Generational trauma in my name for inheritance
Mixed race, spic face, sick case for heritage
Everywhere I go somebody wonder who my parents is
Like, how they parent him? On welfare and fairy tales
Stuntin on blanquitos in the class by readin very well
Life is constantly in cycles like a merry-go
They robbin us of childhood that's why we actin very grown
We sufferin in silence we in dire need of miracles
I don't believe in white Jesus, best believe I'm spiritual
Melanincholy a hex invented by imperials
To black and brown babies
A curse on our pigment
Peace, Love, and Nappiness to all the diaspora
I adore ya though we different, disorganized and distant
And love to anybody out there listening
And love to anybody out there listening

You don't know, You don't know
You don't know, You don't know
You don't know, You don't
You don't know
You don't know-oooh my pain

This that Melanincholy, yeah yeah yeah