J. Cowan - This Is Me

Born to be a king
Had the mental of slave
Wait
Born to be a king
Had the mental of slave
Used to wear a dude rag
And carry brush for the waves
Looking for that greener pasture
Have some peace as I graze
Photo synthesis
Rely on sun for the rays
Mother didn't have it
I didn't rock the new jays
Stubborn Mule
Was always stuck in my ways
Smart kid
But wasn't top of my class
Of course I loved to read
But would struggle in math
Watched what lies beneath
No longer could I take me a bath
Imagination huge
Concot some lies of the century
Hand to Bible
Just committing my perjury
Mystique personality
Where is my voice
Emulate my reality
Felt this was my choice
Little big boy
Sister called me Chico
Milton once called me cheeks
And that stuck wit me
I've always wanted more
Yet I've had plenty
Wasn't snazzy dresser
I was never trendy
Had some friends
Go to their house
Never would come to mine
Felt imprisoned
Felt trapped
Most was all in my mind
Feeling stressed
Would reply that I'm fine
I always liked to work
Can't accuse me of slouch
Grew up a little timid
Would be quiet as mouse
Now I'm on the edge
Kids call me a grouch
Used to mask the odors
Put the drugs in the pouch
Suwu Kangaroo
Never been in a gang
Suwu Kangaroo
Yo we was so strange
Act obnoxious on the liquor
Damage done to my ticker
I was bugged
Yo ain't I a stinker
This was me
Yea yea yea
This was me
Yea yea yea
This was me
Yea yea yea
Nappy headed black boy
Out running the streets
This was me
Yea yea yea
This was me
Yea yea yea
This was me
Yea yea yea
Nappy headed black boy
Out running the streets
Here I am now
God make my way straight
I do this just for you
Want to enter those gates
Going at a crazy pace
Still don't know where the breaks
Life is up and it's down
Guess that's just the breaks
All I wanna do is do right
For myself and my Gs
To travel anywhere
Come and go as I please
I'm trynna save the forest
I've done burned enough trees
When people see me
Hope they truly see me
This is me
Yea yea yea
This is me
Yea yea yea
This is me
Yea yea yea
Nappy headed black boy
Still out running the streets
This is me
Yea yea yea
This is me
Yea yea yea
This is me
Yea yea yea
Nappy headed black boy
Still out running the streets

Written by:
Jesse Cowan

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