Gregory Nichols - Noir Divergencies

For everything there is a season
A time for every matter under heaven
A time to be born, and a time to die
I Know, I No, I Know, I No
Why Lord, Why Lord? Why Lord, Why Lord?
The Simple times, Used to look to God, Thought he penalized, Me and mines
"Homeless, Black, and Dumb, that's why I live outside"
Internalized self-hatred boy, no excuse for mine
They know I'm lying, teachers asking me, "where do I reside"
On Sue's Side, 63 Retreat, that's no fault of mine
Could Ask for help But I ain't saying shit, I just a pantomime
Just Biding time, C.P.S. was called, 'bout a couple times
Figured I'm, probably good as dead if I lose my mom
But that's okay, cause God done did it
Kept me Living, kept Pain hidden
Space I'm filling, Robin Givens
Boomerang power, See y'all in a minuet
Toss Me, I'm spinning
Out of these shelters, Out Of Soup Kitchens
A couple times, Did a nigga cry
Did I try to die, School I still obliged
Often ostracized, had to rectify, Never specify
For the teachers, I Always Compromised
Always wondered "why," bigger fish to fry
(Ha!) I Know, I No, I Know, I No
(Ha!) Why Lord, Why Lord, Why Lord, Why Lord
Age 11, Awkwardly, Walking tall through the halls of the Rose of P
Middle school, "Nah I'm cool," Let my conscious speak
'Fore I say anything that endangers we, Probably, Finding Me in Lunch
Fast asleep, Deep as shit, Wickedness, Is surrounding the
Cayce homes, When I'm gone
"Is y'all Proud of G?", F with Me, Wait And See
That's The Way It Be, see what I mean
I survived a cocaine Chillun, Lord Stayed willing
Predisposed to Eat my feelings, fits my billing
Pulled roaches from that ceilings, Still I was chilling
Many Times Have we overcome
So where is the winningest Black Boy, That Fights pandemics
Like Plaque to a dentist, like X to a Sentence
Like Guns to a menace, I dare you to Print it
From Sweden To Finland, you know you can get it
So quit the pretending, I'm holding your nimbus
And dodging your gimmicks and saying
(Ha!) I Know, I No, I Know, I No
(Ha!) Why Lord, Why Lord?, Why Lord, Why Lord
(Ha!) I Know, I No, I Know, I No
Why Lord, Why Lord?, Why Lord, Why Lord
Every season that goes by
The devil's eye is close behind
But still We rise from ashes I
Am thinking that you Like it (playa!)
I'm burning down tonight, tonight
Burning down, gas on ya', tonight, tonight
Pouring some gas on ya', tonight, at night

Written by:
Gregory Nichols Jr.

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