Things Done Changed

Okay Now from the womb to the tomb The lifespan The light skin Thin frame None of that, has changed Was once this little black kid Who rode his bike down Harvard ave Blood runs deep They were with me through all the scabs Cold days With my nana through her old age Sitting on the porch Watching time fly Slow fade I really miss her I could use the guidance I really need to talk So I wont resort to violence I fell for it when they cried out wolf When the shit hit the fan They went to hide out; ghost Never again will I let them take advantage Snake ass niggas only want to do you damage To recover, I manage That's nothing outlandish And Even though i made it out alive by a canvas Small margin That Shits was bananas Now I run around like Thor with a Hammer Like Bang Shits done changed, Changed Shit done, shit done Changed, Changed I found myself in the middle of the lion's den They said they had my back Well I guess they were fucking lying then Publicly, cool I don't need company Keep that in mind When I reach the lap of luxury Lord knows, I'm not a little black Sambo But I'm all about the cheese Like the pack out in Lambeau Understudies can't see me Taught them like Mr. Feeney I'm on a higher level Like I used a Game Genie Keep them marveled The Benedict Arnold's Write my injuries in sand Etch benefits in marble, Huh Shit, things altered Nigga salted So im faulted Fall back I think you to need to halt it Throw it out the window All the bullshit innuendos I'm the mighty and the matchless Who's fucking with Quinn though