Ain't no daddies where I'm from,
It's just mad mothers.
And eyes that still seem,
They can't look past color.
Why am I disrespected by
Someone I should call brother?
And why girls feelin' pretty
And constantly hate each other?
Bad air in my lungs,
Man I can't breathe.
My eyes burnin' from all the dirt in the debris.
And it's third degree.
Emotionless on the scene.
It's like a disease
The way y'all killin' me.
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I'm 16 and I shouldn't have to feel like this.
I'm 16, every young boy out here wanna kiss.
I'm 16, and me and my mama goin' through it.
16 on the block