I am P.O.S. I be the new generation of slaves Here to make papes off this land corporations rape From that life Im tryin to separate But I guess Im livin dreams cuz my rents always a month late Product of an East German Black Who kissed the neck, of a pretty woman named Grace But he lkeft my life just a little too soon Didnt see me catch the Doomtree fame
As we go a little somethin like this Look mom, no protection, no I got a baby boy by the name of Jake And I been tryin to play the cowboy to rustle in the dough When I think Im getting better every passin day Im not an early bird, plus the feathers all black So by the time I catch an apple, usually its rind But its a must to decipher ones girl From the round, sweet apples that are rotten on the inside I cherish my free time But I maximize so my soul needs to unwind I wanna see the stars be the moon to my sun (But Im always on the run, run, run) I fake to all these hard-case kids I raise a black fist But wont say (nigga) in the things I write And I dont say (faggot) Cuz I dont think its right I know my boy struggle with that for over half his life I guess we got our own lives to live But Im stretched too thin, tryin to build a kingdom to rule And I think to the past sometimes And dag man, its bad, see I kinda acted like a fool But Ive apologized to the lives that Ive touched Wrong pride, to the back, move ahead strong But I can safely say Ive never played a woman without karma catchin up later on I try to walk the right side of the tracks But Ive hopped a couple trains Mom would cry if she knew the haps But I can stand who I am And face the day straight Knowin not a thing can change what our beat singin
[Chourus:] No one will ever be, like me No one will ever be, like me
And I know Im not (?) but when I try to do whats right Everyone who comes to me dont understand or see my plight Everything Ive ever done, and all the plans Ive had inside I was Mr. Gone Wrong in way, so I gave up and said
(Alright) So now I do what I can, Im (Alright) Stand up like Mama raised me (Alright) I was dope from the bottom And pulled a flush Ive been livin with my chips all in And Im still in see
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I am P.O.S. I be the new generation of slaves Here to make papes off this land corporations rape From that life Im tryin to separate But I guess Im livin dreams cuz my rents always a month late
And lookin back it seems Ive always been a step behind Little off-track and feelin no one shared a frame but mine Listenin to records in my room to escape Found some things I could relate with, I wore out the tape We said
When I lose, every time I win, cuz No one will ever be, Messin up stuff or doin things wrong Quite like me
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