Lyrics

I came here with no stronger desire, Than to last
And get my work done, Find a family to love
And adopt me, But must I adopt their values?
Leave me a blank face, Or can they secure my fate
And adopt mine?
Yeah,

Jas, Rest In Peace, I need

(Chorus)
I need my Kirk Franklin, Dose of Tyler Perry
Ain’t no Buffalo Stance, With my Neneh Cherry
I need my hot sauce, Some OGs to tell me
How to lean, Make me duck when I walk
I’m Chuck Berry, Some Black life commentary
Share that living is scary, Even when a player ball
Ain’t all Christmas merry, I’ll tell Mandy Moore
Give you the facts mum, Coz that’s what you need
When you adopting a Black son

(Verse 1)
I’m swearing that interference, Is better than disappearance
But it’s apparent that parents, Are fucking with my appearance
I’m stepping out of the pool, So ashy and infinite
Amounts of SPF 50 really isn’t, Cutting it dissonant
Sounds of skin friction, Wounds I need my moisturizer
While we groom, Ain’t married to ideas
Of unbridled roots, Take a walk down the aisle
Walker’s chemicals, There’s a reason why I’m leaving
Biological, They’re saying you’ll fare better
When fair skin make the call, To read up on doctrines
Become adoptive, Son of white world
The superstar pops, But seeing curriculum
Accounts of alum, Whose brains have been washed
Or beaten down numb, They spewing some wild words
Some raisins in the sun, Or losing lawsuits
And jails they’re buried under

(Chorus)

(Bridge)
Now we could talk of losing Christmas
Replaced with Kwanzaa
Chicken George or Jefferson
Instead of Costanza
Keep blackening berries
As the oppressed mantra
Link moves to minstrels
Socks to tap dancers
Talk of losing Christmas
Replaced with Kwanzaa
Chicken George or Jefferson
Instead of Costanza
Keep blackening berries
As the oppressed mantra
Link moves to minstrels
Socks to tap dancers

(Verse 2)
Something I hold onto, Something I forget
A history I’ve blocked, A pain that’s present
A skull that’s indented, Brain that’s demented
Eyes so defensive, Never showing resentment
Tongue that reflects, A fast moving culture
Rejecting the past, And embracing the mould
A body so independent, Leaning on the shoulder
Forbidden displays of complexity
Folds are 10 deep, My niggas is in deep
The women is envy, You thinking that getting the white-skinned
Will lend the, Spirit to get the American medley
But redemption deadly, Coz you’ll never be that

But mother can you embrace it, At once I’m in love with the racists
And so scared of anything they be saying, Going insane
And know I won’t escape it

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