This little city that we live in
I can’t stand a day
That’s why I moved away
So I can take a stand today
My tongue gets nervous
I have to plan for what I say
If you try to take a stand
Your fam will be standing on your grave
That’s why I moved away
Time running out
I have to make a move today
Hoping I can make a way
I tried to move away
I can still stand to say
I did take a run at college
And you can’t replace fate

I just turned 19 in March
I’m not dead or in prison
But skin color comes with limits
So it limits how I’m living
Plus gender takes a role so all in all
I’m still equivalent to living with a sentence
That’s just how I see my vision

Remember when I was 10 he put a gun to my forehead
Still innocent, pockets filled with warheads
Thumbs up I was always good at persuasion
Because me talking to that gun was a hell of a conversation