16 At War

Ain't no daddies where I'm from, It's just mad mothers. And eyes that still seem, They can't look past color. Why am I disrespected by Someone I should call brother? And why girls feelin' pretty And constantly hate each other? Bad air in my lungs, Man I can't breathe. My eyes burnin' from all the dirt in the debris. And it's third degree. Emotionless on the scene. It's like a disease The way y'all killin' me. [CHORUS] I'm 16 and I shouldn't have to feel like this. I'm 16, every young boy out here wanna kiss. I'm 16, and me and my mama goin' through it. 16 on the block