[Verse One]
They stormed the village where we used to live,
shot my pops, so we had to split
runnin' barefoot we began to sprint
ran for the hills, as ran through the sand
before we knew it, we'd reach a place
refugee camp with an orphanage.
lost boys, we grew up as kids
no parents around none of that proper shiiiii
but we still made fam. that was close to us
brothers I made that I knew i could trust.
had a white lady that would come for us
kept our future closed in her purse.
they had a gimmick that was made for us,
before it got too danger-ous.
every few months she'd come and stare at us,
to find a few she would make into ameri-cuns.
[Verse two]
Got a plane ticket, got a place to live
shared the crib with a buncha new friends
got new clothes, and i got with the trend
i waited my whole life for the shi* to end
four months in, things began to change
people don't even seem to act the same
actin strange to the shade of my skin
i can't even afford to pay the rent.
The shi* im in, ain't what it seemed to be
the free world no longer seems to be free
got a job workin at the factory
i wonder exactly what he got planned for me.
Pressure back home, they all mad at me
what you call a lot, ain't a lot to me
so i work like a slave to leave the slums
why am i back to where i came from?
- SaintSoulja
p.s. this is a new piece im working on, produced by Kulwinder Thandi (Kuee) from Block Suppliers Prod. This is another double-time track, but its much deeper this time around. Wait for it to be recorded i guess.
Peace
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