Kill a Child

Wooh, hahahaha, ok ok ok ok

I'm a grown up man
Probably 6 feet 10
And what I see from here is just a lot of hair

I see no color, no oppression
I see no pain and no depression
And what defines who I am
Is how much gas is in the tank
How much digits on a bank

Yeah I got reason I got knowledge
Yeah I can prove I was on college
Oh I'm a man within my role
I got dead bodies in my soul

I got dead bodies in my soul
Bodies in my soul
Bodies in my soul
Bodies in my so-so-so-so
Bodies in my soul
Bodies in my soul
Bodies in my soul
Bodies in my so-so-so-so
Bodies in my soul
Bodies in my soul
Bodies in my soul
Bodies in my so-so-so-so
To become adult I had to kill a child and b-b-bury it inside

I'm a white European man but is that my identity
Quarter yellow, color blind Imma climbing on a lemon tree
What defines who I am is how much fruit's in the basket
And the color of my skin is helping me to protect it

Yo, 911
Oh yeah, yeah yeah I need your help
My lemonade got stolen so bring it back
I know you will

'Cause police is on my side
On my side, on my side
On my side, on my side, on my side
They protect me 'cause I'm white
'cause I'm white, 'cause I'm white
'cause I'm white, 'cause I'm white, 'cause I'm white
It doesn't matter who is right
Who is right, who is right, who is right, who is right, who is right
Cuz I got papers provin' I'm on their side

I was drawn towards sad girls
Until I realized
The sad girl was in me
Will it ever come back to life