McKinley Dixon - The Story So Far
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{Verse 1}
Tryna escape this bodega with no avail
The corner store committing robbery, ripping me off
Making this agave passionfruit for sale
I tried to fight it but to no avail
Chips here are probably stale
Yet I’m with it: I’m high and I’m hungry
I see a sign and it’s hung above me
It says “What does your life entail?”
My moms hasn’t heard from me in a while
And my pops even longer
Need to speak to his daughter and see how she’s doing
Scary world for a little melanin girl, it truly is
I need to call you too; I know you missing me
Exit the store, cover my eyes, the sun's hitting me
But I have never seen the sky, so differently
Until the day that you died
Until the day that you died
Until the day that you-
Yo
I do this 'til the day that I die
My nigga cringe when he hear fireworks in July
You ain't need to know why
I just hope he recover
His mother miss him and I miss him too
I hope he play this and he thinks of all the things we been through
But if he doesn’t, I wasn’t the type to stop him from getting money
My cousins is hungry; he hustling for their tummies
Is he wrong?
Dear God, is he wrong?
Son wanna be a reverend, pops clipped in 7/11
He asking his moms, "is Daddy gonna go to heaven?"
Is he wrong?
Dear God, is he wrong?
{Verse 2}
I’m asking what happened to Miss Symone
Told my niece brown color when you draw skin tone
Mahogany, maroon, caramel, chocolate, (?...)
Blend ‘em all together
I want her to see the characters in her
In her and them, two puffs on her head stem
From an imagination rooted deeply in coloring
The palette beautifully displays all types of complexions
That she hasn’t seen in the store’s magazine section
Reflection of her on that coloring page
As her eyes light up revealing images displayed
That God is a queen, someone she could really believe in
Her puffs raise up, teeth missing from in her grin
Black girl, hated by the world she in
But you don’t know what it’s like to be forced to hate your skin
But she do
And she still somehow pushing through
And she do, she do
And she still stronger than you
And me too
And me too
Me too
And this for you, for you, for you, for you, for you
{Verse 1}
Tryna escape this bodega with no avail
The corner store committing robbery, ripping me off
Making this agave passionfruit for sale
I tried to fight it but to no avail
Chips here are probably stale
Yet I’m with it: I’m high and I’m hungry
I see a sign and it’s hung above me
It says “What does your life entail?”
My moms hasn’t heard from me in a while
And my pops even longer
Need to speak to his daughter and see how she’s doing
Scary world for a little melanin girl, it truly is
I need to call you too; I know you missing me
Exit the store, cover my eyes, the sun's hitting me
But I have never seen the sky, so differently
Until the day that you died
Until the day that you died
Until the day that you-
Yo
I do this 'til the day that I die
My nigga cringe when he hear fireworks in July
You ain't need to know why
I just hope he recover
His mother miss him and I miss him too
I hope he play this and he thinks of all the things we been through
But if he doesn’t, I wasn’t the type to stop him from getting money
My cousins is hungry; he hustling for their tummies
Is he wrong?
Dear God, is he wrong?
Son wanna be a reverend, pops clipped in 7/11
He asking his moms, "is Daddy gonna go to heaven?"
Is he wrong?
Dear God, is he wrong?
{Verse 2}
I’m asking what happened to Miss Symone
Told my niece brown color when you draw skin tone
Mahogany, maroon, caramel, chocolate, (?...)
Blend ‘em all together
I want her to see the characters in her
In her and them, two puffs on her head stem
From an imagination rooted deeply in coloring
The palette beautifully displays all types of complexions
That she hasn’t seen in the store’s magazine section
Reflection of her on that coloring page
As her eyes light up revealing images displayed
That God is a queen, someone she could really believe in
Her puffs raise up, teeth missing from in her grin
Black girl, hated by the world she in
But you don’t know what it’s like to be forced to hate your skin
But she do
And she still somehow pushing through
And she do, she do
And she still stronger than you
And me too
And me too
Me too
And this for you, for you, for you, for you, for you
