A childhood being suppressed,
Hold up yea we the best
Until the see-saw cuts a skirt of a fake
Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake
Till i die being fake never was a must,
Don't know her name those ain't really important
You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate
You're nothin' but a cheat, and a liar, and a fake,
A fake nation, only out for itself
Yeah months in every night she's in tears
Hell! i still look a fake to me
Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably
Too afraid of being a loser
They used to call me the future
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