On the corner of the street, I see a Romeo’s. Dropping them browns like my name is Antonio. Life was pretty tough; no name brand soda. Only bought them knockoffs. That was my mom’s coda.
Yeah. Could barely even afford some bottled water. I think my stepdad may be a pirate because he always be dropping them hard R’s.
When I was younger, life full of racists. Now that I’m older, back to the basics. Gotta start over. I have no choice. If I don’t do that, I have no voice.
Yeah. Gotta go back to the fucking basics. People say I’m the product of my environment, but I’m the one that fucking raised it.