Open Apology

Open apology For little black girl, don't you follow me I'm never getting on I look like empty yesterday or Anna Mae My cake ain't getting money Dummie down a violent metaphor Who be the magic in my magic hour Baby, liquor gone And lick the wound Baby masochist in afternoon Catalog the vacancy And pray my fame is coming soon 'Cause maybe I'm not talented enough for angel wings I done done some things I just hope the Lord forgive me I'm a maple tree, got my niggas with me For a minute Ode to Chicago, f*ck the Chiraq Ode to Chicago, and the Harold's chicken Uncle Remus' duplex with the Cadillac Utopian aristocrats for cats getting money But still smoke Reggie, and love me sunny Like carnations in a magazine, magazine pretty Diamond cascade off the collarbone, watch it waterfall Lemonade the happiness for niggas that ain't getting on it Pray, pray, pray For the better of tomorrow Humble beginnings, now they all look jaded That shit doesn't exist, you almost famous They'd give up everything to be acknowledged Ain't left home in a week, I'm busy hiding They keep telling me that I'm next in line but I'm still at home and I live with my momma If rap don't work, it's not too late for college They think I got it better than I got it What I got is (Many thoughts of my star Running from the love I've found) We do it for the people, and my momma And the city on my shoulder, and the babies on the come up (When your love is your job Is it as hard as I've found?) I've found my city, I've found my love I've found my city, I've found my love (Many thoughts of my star Running from the love I've found) We do it for the people, and my momma And the city on my shoulder, and the babies on the come up (When your love is your job Is it as hard as I've found?) I've found my city, I've found my love I've found my city, I've found my love