You Don't Know

Poolside, at a birthday party Daughters swimming, friends must be funny Glad she, doesn't have to worry Only black guy, at this party Black boy, black mom, black dad Winchester, happy child, not sad When they, separate it's not bad Transformers, Ninja Turtles, new fads Move to the, Dub, 1992 New house, new friends, new school Black boy, white mom, black dad Now with sports cards all in my bag Country life, when all I know, city Black mom, out of touch, ain't pretty Allowed to cuss, when dad's not around New life, soon loneliness abounds. Ever walk in the room and feel every single eye concentrate on you? You don't know Nah you don't know And even though they smile, can't help and wonder why, it feels like they hate you? You don't know Nah you don't know I miss my mom, but I got time I miss my mom, but I got time I miss my mom, but I got time I miss my mom, but I got time I miss my mom, but I got time I miss my mom, but I got time I miss my mom, but I got time I miss my mom, but I got time Act white, even though I'm so black Too young, didn't see an attack Brushed it off, kept my cool, so calm Too busy, singing, Garth Brooks songs Got older, kinda nice with the rock Played D, plus a dope jump shot Anxiety, when the game official Too worried, bout getting the whistle Loved girls, but I was so shy Plus they, ain't know bout black guys Plus their, parents wasn't going with it Wrote notes, in person couldn't say a sentence Finish school, now it's off to college Whole life, I failed to acknowledge No black, influ cept for my dad Maybe that's, why I'm on this path Ever walk in the room and feel every single eye concentrate on you? You don't know Nah you don't know And even though they smile, can't help and wonder why, it feels like they hate you? You don't know Nah you don't know Can't tell me nothing, so naive Can't tell me nothing, so naive Can't tell me nothing, so naive Can't tell me nothing, so naive Can't tell me nothing, so naive Can't tell me nothing, so naive Can't tell me nothing, so naive Can't tell me nothing, so naive Black boy, white girl, 1 daughter 2 moms, both gone, 1 father Stepfather, finally got to see mom Capon Bridge, still, known as home Morgantown, seems safe enough Chiv and fam, they had e-nough Still ain't recovered from 2016 Always feel, like, they out to kill me My people killed, in Buffalo Johnny Depp, still, getting press though Never feel right, around a cop 2020 just an afterthought Table side, at a birthday party My daughter, smiling, got no worries I smile, like the guests won't see The only black guy at the party. Ever walk in the room and feel every single eye concentrate on you? You don't know Nah you don't know And even though they smile, can't help and wonder why, it feels like they hate you? You don't know Nah you don't know