VERSE 1 (Providence, RI)

7:30
Soul feeling dirty.
Wake up to screams,
another Tuesday it seems.
Filthy ass mattress.
Decrepit apartment.
Roaches and maggots.
Where it all started.
Got school at 8,
guess I'm gonna be late.
Take a bus to the Eastside
where all them niggas hate
a Southside nigga like me.
Pure enemies as teens.
Guns at show & tell.
Yo... have you seen Hell?
I have.
Nathan Bishop Middle School. First Day.
Homegirl gets stabbed in front
of the entire 6th grade.
It's simple when society
wants you dead anyway.
Life don't mean shit.
Death follows me everyday.
Get to school, and I know
them niggas will wanna kill me.
Get to class, head down.
Don't make a sound.
Stay invisible til
3 O'clock hits, then I'm out.
I'm out.

VERSE 2 (Boston, MA)

7:30
Still feeling dirty.
Wake up to the T.
Another Tuesday, it seems.
Slightly cleaner mattress.
Anonymous dorm room.
Sink full of dishes, can't do em.
Gotta storm through
traffic to get class,
and my ass is late.
Go across the block to campus
where some of these crackers hate
a ghetto nigga like me.
Suburban bliss as teens.
When I speak, you can tell.
They're like "You speak so well!!"
Nigga please. Massachusetts College of Art.
First Day.
Stopped by campus cops,
and questioned like I don't belong. They
alienated me before I
could belong anyway.
So, I never did.
This shit follows me everyday.
Get to school, and I know
these white people wanna grill me.
Get to class, head down.
Don't make a sound.
Stay invisible til graduation,
then I'm out.
I'm out.

...Shit.