| [00:18.78] |
How come I can't do what **** I want do? |
| [00:22.28] |
How come, how come? |
| [00:23.47] |
Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through |
| [00:26.98] |
How come, how come? |
| [00:28.17] |
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold |
| [00:31.30] |
Since my cradle hit the flo |
| [00:33.78] |
Tender head, my denim skrong |
| [00:36.75] |
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaah |
| [00:37.85] |
Remember when I was a kiddo, growin' up in the middle |
| [00:40.09] |
Windows lining my smile, silver teeth underneath my pillow |
| [00:42.82] |
A nigga had a nappy head like a Brillo pad |
| [00:44.90] |
Sister said I need to do somethin' about them beedy-beed naps |
| [00:47.85] |
Snackin' on Andy Capp's with a pickle and a quarter water |
| [00:49.95] |
Walked in the barbershop asked me what I wanted |
| [00:52.13] |
I told that man I wanted to look like Superman |
| [00:54.06] |
But when he had the long hair |
| [00:55.61] |
You know, kinda like Michael Jackson? |
| [00:57.26] |
The damn barber just started laughin' |
| [00:59.02] |
I cried as he gave me that bald fade |
| [01:00.88] |
Afro puffs hit the flo', symbolic of sheddin' my innocence |
| [01:03.62] |
I guess I thought they were magicians or alchemists or mathematicians |
| [01:07.22] |
With algebraic, calculus algorithms designed to cure me of my nappiness |
| [01:10.70] |
Like a perm burned off my happiness |
| [01:12.41] |
I sat silently acquiescent |
| [01:13.86] |
Pitfalls of adolescence |
| [01:14.93] |
Spitballs and scrabble sessions and tattle-tales |
| [01:17.20] |
Playing around in the hallway like one of Santa's elves |
| [01:19.36] |
"You wanna go to jail?" |
| [01:20.55] |
"Hell naw, mister security!" |
| [01:21.96] |
Got sent to the principal for my potty mouth |
| [01:23.85] |
Talkin' bout some, "give me your number so we can call the house" |
| [01:26.00] |
But gimme got shot, so the ink stainin' my record now |
| [01:28.89] |
You pull a comb thru my afro, that shit'll crackle |
| [01:30.67] |
Like a bowl full of Rice Krispies |
| [01:31.87] |
Rollin' my innocence in a cigarillo like |
| [01:33.66] |
How come I can't do what **** I want do? |
| [01:36.90] |
How come, how come? |
| [01:38.03] |
Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through |
| [01:41.56] |
How come, how come? |
| [01:42.74] |
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold |
| [01:45.96] |
Since my cradle hit the flo |
| [01:47.98] |
Tender head, my denim skrong |
| [01:51.18] |
How come, how come? |
| [01:52.02] |
How come I can't say what **** I want say? |
| [01:55.47] |
How come, how come? |
| [01:56.69] |
Tender braids, but I can't make my eyes rain |
| [02:00.16] |
How come, how come? |
| [02:01.40] |
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb |
| [02:04.55] |
When my cradle hit the flo' |
| [02:06.91] |
Tender head, my genes on swole |
| [02:09.41] |
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah |
| [02:10.79] |
I don't wanna sing the Star-Spangled Banner |
| [02:13.11] |
Unless it's produced by David Banner |
| [02:14.74] |
Elbows on the lunch table, eatin' on a gravy sammich |
| [02:17.52] |
Lil' nigga, no table manners |
| [02:19.33] |
Crazy it attracted shawty's |
| [02:21.22] |
On the back of the bus gettin' neck had a knack for noggin' |
| [02:23.30] |
Lil' nick at nighttime |
| [02:25.45] |
Googlin' booty, beauty illusions polluted and deep-rooted in my mind |
| [02:28.98] |
My block was a Rubix |
| [02:30.07] |
Anywhere you turned, the shit was hot around the clock |
| [02:32.10] |
And they could not ice cube it, damn |
| [02:34.04] |
Mama, I don't like this school shit |
| [02:35.95] |
**** a logarithm, I'll log into the music, damn |
| [02:38.69] |
Daddy, I don't like this school shit |
| [02:40.90] |
I beat the desk until my knuckles bleed |
| [02:42.91] |
All my teachers think I'm challenged mentally |
| [02:45.13] |
But my mental skrong, know who I wanna be |
| [02:47.49] |
Instantly began a surgery |
| [02:49.97] |
Bada-bing, Voila!, made wings wit the words, Hallelujah, Yah bitch, Yah! |
| [02:52.74] |
All my blessings came when I accepted I'm not y'all |
| [02:55.81] |
I been put it down the line like laundry |
| [02:58.16] |
They told me find something more concrete |
| [03:00.72] |
Now a lil' nigga breakin' concrete |
| [03:02.78] |
Praises to God I ain't no convict |
| [03:05.01] |
They'll never take away my confidence |
| [03:07.07] |
How come I can't do what **** I want do? |
| [03:10.07] |
How come, how come? |
| [03:11.25] |
Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through |
| [03:14.80] |
How come, how come? |
| [03:15.94] |
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold |
| [03:19.03] |
Since my cradle hit the flo |
| [03:21.42] |
Tender head, my denim skrong |
| [03:22.44] |
How come, how come? |
| [03:25.22] |
How come I can't say what **** I want say? |
| [03:28.81] |
How come, how come? |
| [03:29.93] |
Tender braids, but I can't make my eyes rain |
| [03:33.44] |
How come, how come? |
| [03:34.63] |
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb |
| [03:37.63] |
When my cradle hit the flo' |
| [03:40.16] |
Tender head, my genes on swole |
| [03:43.48] |
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah |
| [03:47.75] |
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