Growing Pains

Growing up I was in private education This and being white was a risky combination My aspirations were overlooked by blood relation Agitated but never shifted concentration Allies, my clan, surrounded by racists Their understanding of pigment was so fucking basic But I disagreed on a pretty simple basis ‘Did It really matter what colour they face is?' Lived in a small town, such a nice area But just down the road was a little fucking scarier Kids getting stabbed and my homies getting mugged Alcoholics everywhere, houses full of drugs Felt so blessed to be away from that shit I’d spend countless hours in my room tryna spit My parents shouted at me, crushing my dreams At Least I wasn’t out on the streets, smoking green I remember one time, my homie got jumped Refused to give his money and he got fucking thumped 6 ugly motherfuckers versus just one No-one knew what to do, so we had to run The other kids dashed and were never to be found We got back to my homie, he was getting fucking clowned Getting called a pussy, ‘Man, that was some weak shit!’ But it was our fault, I was too scared to admit Man, we could have helped him, we could have put up a fight We could have helped our boy, man that shit would be tight That’s just one of the memories that I have from those days And that one memory stuck with me in so many ways This song takes you deep into the maze that is my brain These are the thoughts closest to me, A.K.A Growing Pains