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LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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He never liked classes/ he was always a social cat/
The cutest kittens forever where he at/
The rudest men held positions at the flat/
Momma loved him/ but momma wanna man to help assist with this boy/
This boy this swing and a miss/
Bright eyed beautiful lips plumped with lies/
Ma stumped and crying/ but he dont ever ask why/
Just kisses ma goodbye/ zips his jacket up and goodnight/
Skateboard or bike/ (like peace)/
Im out of category x4
(you know why)/
Cause he dislike the strife so avoids it/
Dont trust teachers/ cause they dont trust him/
Dont trust motives/ so he dont trust friends/
He cant tell if most other people cold/ or just dont trust black skin/
Displaced the race card shuffled/
The spade ace into a place/ where cards stayed blank/
And not to say without a face/ more like a lack of color/
Not really to certain how to go about a brother/
It wasnt always like that though/
But momma moved him out the gutter to the curb/
so he wouldnt wash away/
He didnt seem to get that though/
and momma wasnt really pullin in that butter
So his bread came another way/ and he couldnt have nice things/
Fuck em he didnt even want em/
if he needed em he found a way to got em/
Since everybody doubt em/ he happily obliged to bide his time/
And find his little piece of peace/ at the bottom/ like fuck yall
Im out of category x8
He build his self-esteem up off some tricks/
Cause even when he matched as far as skin with kids it seemed they didnt mix/
(And) there seemed to be disdain from the kids that clashed colors with him/
Rebel yelling girls trying to make they daddy pissed/
So aint nobody on his buddy list/
Cause they would probably give him business/
about the shitty sweater he lives in/
So he surrounds himself with hope to touch a throne/
And other people feeling all alone/
Hold your heart/
Im out of category x4
He found punk rock the first time that/
He rode either the nine or eleven bus line it slips the mind/
But they way they didnt need to fit in/
He asked if he could pull the bell and said/ mom I wanna be like them/
Found his kin/ brothers at school thinking he trying to/ rewrite skin/
Other are fools never seem some/ shit like him/
So far hes been a bitter boy/
Living like litter no choice no quieter so cue the noise/
Aint nothing like a/ Mohawk/ to show off/ your fuck off/
And kick off/ the Reeboks/ for boots/
To keep the block off you/
But he could/ see how/ the re-route/ of style/
made the eye brows raise, (but)/
Not for nothing wasnt changing you/
Hed seen his daddy with a pipe/ too young to understand/
Life aint coming from this man holding hands/ with him/
He probably didnt meant to hit him/
he probably didnt even mean to plant his seed/
Is my picture in his wallet with him?/ hes thinking probably not/
And even so its probably rolled up with some coke in it/
Old and out of focus so nope/ the road they chose was not his/
Nobody will ever be like him/ hold your heart
Im out of category x 12
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
@ @
He never liked classes/ he was always a social cat/
The cutest kittens forever where he at/
The rudest men held positions at the flat/
Momma loved him/ but momma wanna man to help assist with this boy/
This boy this swing and a miss/
Bright eyed beautiful lips plumped with lies/
Ma stumped and crying/ but he dont ever ask why/
Just kisses ma goodbye/ zips his jacket up and goodnight/
Skateboard or bike/ (like peace)/
Im out of category x4
(you know why)/
Cause he dislike the strife so avoids it/
Dont trust teachers/ cause they dont trust him/
Dont trust motives/ so he dont trust friends/
He cant tell if most other people cold/ or just dont trust black skin/
Displaced the race card shuffled/
The spade ace into a place/ where cards stayed blank/
And not to say without a face/ more like a lack of color/
Not really to certain how to go about a brother/
It wasnt always like that though/
But momma moved him out the gutter to the curb/
so he wouldnt wash away/
He didnt seem to get that though/
and momma wasnt really pullin in that butter
So his bread came another way/ and he couldnt have nice things/
Fuck em he didnt even want em/
if he needed em he found a way to got em/
Since everybody doubt em/ he happily obliged to bide his time/
And find his little piece of peace/ at the bottom/ like fuck yall
Im out of category x8
He build his self-esteem up off some tricks/
Cause even when he matched as far as skin with kids it seemed they didnt mix/
(And) there seemed to be disdain from the kids that clashed colors with him/
Rebel yelling girls trying to make they daddy pissed/
So aint nobody on his buddy list/
Cause they would probably give him business/
about the shitty sweater he lives in/
So he surrounds himself with hope to touch a throne/
And other people feeling all alone/
Hold your heart/
Im out of category x4
He found punk rock the first time that/
He rode either the nine or eleven bus line it slips the mind/
But they way they didnt need to fit in/
He asked if he could pull the bell and said/ mom I wanna be like them/
Found his kin/ brothers at school thinking he trying to/ rewrite skin/
Other are fools never seem some/ shit like him/
So far hes been a bitter boy/
Living like litter no choice no quieter so cue the noise/
Aint nothing like a/ Mohawk/ to show off/ your fuck off/
And kick off/ the Reeboks/ for boots/
To keep the block off you/
But he could/ see how/ the re-route/ of style/
made the eye brows raise, (but)/
Not for nothing wasnt changing you/
Hed seen his daddy with a pipe/ too young to understand/
Life aint coming from this man holding hands/ with him/
He probably didnt meant to hit him/
he probably didnt even mean to plant his seed/
Is my picture in his wallet with him?/ hes thinking probably not/
And even so its probably rolled up with some coke in it/
Old and out of focus so nope/ the road they chose was not his/
Nobody will ever be like him/ hold your heart
Im out of category x 12
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[ti:Out Of Category] [ar:] [al:Never Better] [by: ] [00:02.00] - Out Of Category [00:05.00]LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang [00:08.00]@ @ [00:11.00] [00:12.06]He never liked classes/ he was always a social cat/ [00:15.39]The cutest kittens forever where he at/ [00:17.44]The rudest men held positions at the flat/ [00:19.43]Momma loved him/ but momma wanna man to help assist with this boy/ [00:22.43]This boy this swing and a miss/ [00:24.14]Bright eyed beautiful lips plumped with lies/ [00:26.20]Ma stumped and crying/ but he dont ever ask why/ [00:28.69]Just kisses ma goodbye/ zips his jacket up and goodnight/ [00:31.83]Skateboard or bike/ (like peace)/ [00:32.96]Im out of category x4 [00:37.25](you know why)/ [00:38.11]Cause he dislike the strife so avoids it/ [00:40.01]Dont trust teachers/ cause they dont trust him/ [00:41.53]Dont trust motives/ so he dont trust friends/ [00:44.30]He cant tell if most other people cold/ or just dont trust black skin/ [00:47.06]Displaced the race card shuffled/ [00:49.80]The spade ace into a place/ where cards stayed blank/ [00:52.35]And not to say without a face/ more like a lack of color/ [00:55.01]Not really to certain how to go about a brother/ [00:57.16]It wasnt always like that though/ [00:58.99]But momma moved him out the gutter to the curb/ [01:01.09]so he wouldnt wash away/ [01:02.41]He didnt seem to get that though/ [01:04.01]and momma wasnt really pullin in that butter [01:05.99]So his bread came another way/ and he couldnt have nice things/ [01:08.47]Fuck em he didnt even want em/ [01:10.89]if he needed em he found a way to got em/ [01:12.47]Since everybody doubt em/ he happily obliged to bide his time/ [01:14.91]And find his little piece of peace/ at the bottom/ like fuck yall [01:17.41]Im out of category x8 [01:27.48]He build his self-esteem up off some tricks/ [01:29.22]Cause even when he matched as far as skin with kids it seemed they didnt mix/ [01:32.51](And) there seemed to be disdain from the kids that clashed colors with him/ [01:34.99]Rebel yelling girls trying to make they daddy pissed/ [01:37.48]So aint nobody on his buddy list/ [01:39.55]Cause they would probably give him business/ [01:41.16]about the shitty sweater he lives in/ [01:42.51]So he surrounds himself with hope to touch a throne/ [01:44.96]And other people feeling all alone/ [01:46.46]Hold your heart/ [01:47.84]Im out of category x4 [01:52.11]He found punk rock the first time that/ [01:54.44]He rode either the nine or eleven bus line it slips the mind/ [01:56.79]But they way they didnt need to fit in/ [01:58.93]He asked if he could pull the bell and said/ mom I wanna be like them/ [02:02.17]Found his kin/ brothers at school thinking he trying to/ rewrite skin/ [02:05.04]Other are fools never seem some/ shit like him/ [02:07.31]So far hes been a bitter boy/ [02:09.23]Living like litter no choice no quieter so cue the noise/ [02:12.01]Aint nothing like a/ Mohawk/ to show off/ your fuck off/ [02:14.50]And kick off/ the Reeboks/ for boots/ [02:16.05]To keep the block off you/ [02:16.85]But he could/ see how/ the re-route/ of style/ [02:19.60]made the eye brows raise, (but)/ [02:20.89]Not for nothing wasnt changing you/ [02:22.41]Hed seen his daddy with a pipe/ too young to understand/ [02:24.98]Life aint coming from this man holding hands/ with him/ [02:27.54]He probably didnt meant to hit him/ [02:28.85]he probably didnt even mean to plant his seed/ [02:31.29]Is my picture in his wallet with him?/ hes thinking probably not/ [02:34.46]And even so its probably rolled up with some coke in it/ [02:36.92]Old and out of focus so nope/ the road they chose was not his/ [02:39.71]Nobody will ever be like him/ hold your heart [02:42.06]Im out of category x 12 [03:03.77]
