Guess I got my karma
For eatin' niggas lunch up
'Member when my auntie crashed the truck
That shit was fucked up
Maybe that's why my mind
Perceive and read so fucked up
That may be why everybody green to me
Like the weed I never crushed up
Remember when my engine wouldn't start
Shit was fucked up
Momma said I wouldn't get too far
With all that tough stuff
Daddy backhand to the cheek
Feel that shit for a week (my nigga)
I guess his love tough
Baby said, I beat her guts rough
And she like it
I seen my God in some trees when I was biking
Usually 'bout some business when I'm typing
Tryna ditch the phone
Bet tonight like eighteen black boys
Ain't coming home
They went to meet their maker
Approaching eighteen,
But to elders my mind feel adjacent
My life getting stuck on the X axis, shit complacent
I'll never feel ashamed of all the black women I've tasted
Whether it was belly or the cheeks
Never thought that Houston, Texas
Could be the belly of the beast, vegan palette
These love ballads make my feelings
Feel fucking valid
Why I reach for peace
But feel I never have it