Living a life of sin, not because of my action but metaphorically,
Simply tryna be me but riduculed by unwritten rules given to me,
Pondering why it is that I can't puff and pass when it's my turn,
Laundering? No I'm just tryna walk out my crib and be able to return,
Simple times don't come to easy so I take nothing for granted,
Proud to be me cuz my outlook on life just happens to be slanted,
Living the life of the middle class when clearly that ain't the case,
Speaking to me ain't like Tyrone, known only to be black in the face,
The witest black guy you know, Oreo seems to be my denomination,
Is it my fault that I say Fuck the NBA, it's the X-Games I'm chasin,
Sorry though cuz busting gats, and chillin n the corner, it's my passion,
Easily I'd rather meet my soulmate instead of out constantly smashin,
Watchin my back for temptation, stumbling around for escape from my hell,
Taking the hard road cuz the easy answer is giving in and re-combining with cells,
I guess you could say that my sin to the world is not fittin the description,
Breaking outta the system, hoping to prove that stereotypes on me are fiction...


I just keyed this...tell me what to fix lol

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