DCCM - kill a child

I’m a grown up man
probably 6 feet 10
And what I see from here
is just a lot of hair
I see no color, no oppression
I see no pain and no depression
And what defines who I am is how much gas is in the tank
How much digits on a bank

I got reason I got knowledge
Yeah, I can prove I was on college
I’m a man within my role
I got dead bodies in my soul

I got dead bodies in my soul
(bodies in my soul, bodies in my soul, bodies in my soul)
to become adult I had to kill a child and b-b-bury it inside

I’m a white European man but is that my identity?
Quarter yellow, color blind Imma climbing on a lemon tree
What defines who I am is how much fruit’s in the basket
And the color of my skin is helping me to protect it

Yo 911? Oh yeah, yeah yeah I need your help. 
My lemonade got stolen so bring it back!
I know you will.

Cuz police is on my side
(on my side, on my side, on my side, on my side)
They protect me cuz I’m white
(cuz I’m white, cuz I’m white, cuz I’m white, cuz I’m white)
It doesn’t matter who is right
(who is right, who is right, who is right. who is right)
Cuz I got papers provin’ I’m on their side

I was drawn towards sad girls until I realized
the sad girl was in me, will it ever come back to life?

Written by:
BRUNO KANG

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