Sub Urban Lyrics - Welcome to the Fucking Show

Sub Urban - Welcome to the Fucking Show

Welcome to the fuckin’ show

Ay
Skinny white kid with the world on his hat
Didn’t grow up in the ghetto but he only had the clothes on his back
Ripped away from the ones who gave a fuck
They lay away, out beyond the way

Kids in tatters, suicide letters, folks got homes and money so what’s the matter?
Depression: dead kids
So I chatter on the mic, write mind over these other rappers

Nas, J. Cole, OutKast, Logic, Kdot
As I grew up, they threw up the rhymes
Wrote and spoke of struggles of they time

But I ride other side the block
Grew up in a chase but we dealt with different roadblocks
Mind chew up, I flew off the line
I know that we blind to speak of the child

White picket Suburban neighbourhood
Kids out the ghetto made to be misunderstood
13 reasons why I fight to add and multiply, not subtract or divide

‘Cause we ain’t had a fight like y’all
We just had a different fight than y’all
Ain’t tryna compare pain wit y’all
But kids are dying, don’t give a fuck if it ain’t cool

Cole world done a lot
Nasty Nas rhymed on the block
Kdot won a prize for his spot
But I gotta be on for ones who ain’t got this

Skinny white kid with the world on his hat
Didn’t grow up in the ghetto but he only had the clothes on his back
Ripped away from the ones who gave a fuck
They lay away, out beyond the way

Welcome to the fuckin’ show

Jenny is a great kid
Her dads a doctor, ain’t short on dollars
Her hood be built on white-privilege
It’s on the hilltop, lower-class blindspot

Straight A’s, each class she tops
Probably gonna be lawyer, cream of the crop
But while she’s got the whole schools attention
She can’t remember ever getting affection

Emotional alien
She feels she must've been abducted
The sin of touch forbidden
Except late night when pops instructed
She doesn’t know where to run
There ain’t no one who’ll understand
Her life is looking pretty grand
She hates herself for being sad

There’s a boy at school
This boy be cruel
But boys be boys
Teacher excused
Together they grew
In the neighbourhood
But later on, well
He withdrew

See, she was rich
He struggled for food
So he made her pay
With what he knew
What she had told
He told the school
About her dad
That shit was true

But she don’t know
That these were jokes
And they don’t know
They hit so close
Her friends they thought
That she was gross
“That girl’s a slut”
This hurt the most

Swung from the roof
The day she died
“But she had it good”
Man, they all cried
Her dad was rich
Her dad was white
“She don’t know struggle”
That’s why I write

Skinny white kid with the world on his hat
Didn’t grow up in the ghetto but he only had the clothes on his back
Ripped away from the ones who gave a fuck
They lay away, out beyond the way

Welcome to the fuckin’ show

Written by:
MATTHEW JASON LYSLE COLEMAN, STEVEN WAYNE KNIGHT

Publisher:
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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