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p o s - out of category lyrics

he never liked cl-sses/ he was always a social cat/
the cutest kittens forever where he at/
the rudest men held positions at the flat/
momma loved him/ but momma wanna man to help -ssist with this boy/
this boy this swing and a miss/
bright eyed beautiful lips plumped with lies/
ma stumped and crying/ but he dont ever ask why/
just kisses ma goodbye/ zips his jacket up and goodnight/
skateboard or bike/ (like peace)/
im out of category x4
(you know why)/
cause he dislike the strife so avoids it/
dont trust teachers/ cause they dont trust him/
dont trust motives/ so he dont trust friends/
he cant tell if most other people cold/ or just dont trust black skin/
displaced the race card shuffled/
the spade ace into a place/ where cards stayed blank/
and not to say without a face/ more like a lack of color/
not really to certain how to go about a brother/
it wasnt always like that though/
but momma moved him out the gutter to the curb/
so he wouldnt wash away/
he didnt seem to get that though/
and momma wasnt really pullin in that b-tter
so his bread came another way/ and he couldnt have nice things/
f-ck em he didnt even want em/
if he needed em he found a way to got em/
since everybody doubt em/ he happily obliged to bide his time/
and find his little piece of peace/ at the bottom/ like f-ck yall
im out of category x8
he build his self-esteem up off some tricks/
cause even when he matched as far as skin with kids it seemed they didnt mix/
(and) there seemed to be disdain from the kids that clashed colors with him/
rebel yelling girls trying to make they daddy p-ssed/
so aint n-body on his buddy list/
cause they would probably give him business/
about the sh-tty sweater he lives in/
so he surrounds himself with hope to touch a throne/
and other people feeling all alone/
hold your heart/
im out of category x4
he found punk rock the first time that/
he rode either the nine or eleven bus line it slips the mind/
but they way they didnt need to fit in/
he asked if he could pull the bell and said/ mom i wanna be like them/
found his kin/ brothers at school thinking he trying to/ rewrite skin/
other are fools never seem some/ sh-t like him/
so far hes been a bitter boy/
living like litter no choice no quieter so cue the noise/
aint nothing like a/ mohawk/ to show off/ your f-ck off/
and kick off/ the reeboks/ for boots/
to keep the block off you/
but he could/ see how/ the re-route/ of style/
made the eye brows raise, (but)/
not for nothing wasnt changing you/
hed seen his daddy with a pipe/ too young to understand/
life aint coming from this man holding hands/ with him/
he probably didnt meant to hit him/
he probably didnt even mean to plant his seed/
is my picture in his wallet with him?/ hes thinking probably not/
and even so its probably rolled up with some c-ke in it/
old and out of focus so nope/ the road they chose was not his/
n-body will ever be like him/ hold your heart
im out of category x 12

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