Con$cious - Thrift Shop

Tryna spend my whole life, becoming better than you
Same tree but I fell too far from the other fruits
Feelings I had drafted up, are now up for recruit
But every time somebody look at me, they only see you
Blaming you for shit I never learned
The father that I yearned
Say I never end up like you, oh how the tables turned
I filled that pit of emptiness
With rhymes that lacked identity
You pose to be the epitome of God to shield me from my enemies
Just hoping when you get out, you'd remember me
Absurd thinking
While mama lacking Lincolns
Drowning myself in a pool a hate, now let that sink in
Peeping how for a black boy a daddy ain't typical
I get it tho
Becoming a man can be so difficult
I ain't finished yet
Maybe God took you that path so I can take some different steps
I'm not mad, not even a lil bit shit happens
I only soaked up part of what you spilled like a ripped napkin

This not a diss pops
I just took a lil of what everybody ain't want like a thrift shop
The love was always there, just concealed like a slipped Glock
I just stopped counting the time, broken wristwatch
Generations of enslavement
We embrace it
Same book, different pages
Same look, different ages
I'm yo blood
And just because
We both so misunderstood
Black boy need a lil love if you could

Tried forgetting them times you left us waiting on the curb like a mailbox
Were my pics up in yo cell huh
Don't answer that
Cuz at this point all I can do is just imagine that
I try to be grateful some of my friends only got half of that
Or got took care of by they granny
Got nigga's I never shared a womb with, I consider family
Wasn't there to help me out with all my girlfriends like my name is Stanley
Ha
Cover up tears, with humor
The messiest ones are kin I don't know enough to cypher the facts from the rumors
Fuck a text I'm venting now
My kids ah never know how it feels to be unlucky
But trust me
I appreciate all you did for me
But too bad money can't buy those lessons that's more important
Like tying shoes
Trying fools
Paying dues
First shot of booze
Or even shot of boob
I'm done talking
Done spit all I can, cottonmouth I'm done hawking
We can just leave this shit dead, and all in the chalkings

This not a diss pops
I just took a lil of what everybody ain't want like a thrift shop
The love was always there, just concealed like a slipped Glock
I just stopped counting the time, broken wristwatch
Generations of enslavement
We embrace it
Same book, different pages
Same look, different ages
I'm yo blood
And just because
We both so misunderstood
Black boy need a lil love if you could

Written by:
Durell Fisher Jr

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