T.O.A.Y.N.

(Verse 1) Tears of a young nigga, often ignored, Had to bottle it up and so we learned to press record Melodies and percussion, entertainment or nothing It’s not up for discussion, we enemies of the public Even if you ain’t thuggin, if it ain’t you its your cousin They gone find a way to cuff you, only justice is they judgement The only way they love you, is you shuckin’ and you jivin’ They don’t care if you successful or what kinda truck you drivin Dawg, we all the same They divide us and avoid all the blame So now we look to fame for meaning And tend to play they stupid games, we too afraid to leave em Still its its just f*ck the system I told my dawgs I know we kings but what’s a king without a fucking kingdom? So time to stop with the antics and get to qfucking buildin’ Homie went from homeless to doctor man what a fucking feeling i pray the rest of my patnas might do the same Find a passion that’ll get em thru the pain Cuz they love to hate us (HOOK) And I can't pretend i made I thru without the pain I don't remember sunny days without the rain They kept on telling me who I was supposed to be but you found my power mixed up in the recipe I don't have to justify, I have nothing to save my ego is sacrifice I'm not willing to pay We were singing melodies without the harmonies Now come and witness greatness, bow down on your knees