Pre-Mortem Introversion

[Verse] Dear Lord, maybe you can read my mind I'd rather have my heart broken a thousand times Than for my mama to have one of her children die Or for a mama to have one of her children die Lord, please save us all, forgive us for our sins Brothers that died young didn't even have the chance to live Immature decisions growing up as ugly kids Guilty of innocence, guilty of innocence [Verse 2] Even as a little one, I knew that I was different I didn't wanna go to school, I was afraid of flippin' I barely spoke at school, but in college, what I heard was: "Can you write it down? Can you write it down?" A few years later, I'm a young gangbanger Puttin' work in for the hood, never been a stranger Got put on, enemies tryna put me in a black bag But I ain't going out, mmm [Chorus] Ooh, a young child traumatized Had to read between the lies They told so many lies Had to stay strapped, I know so many died [Bridge] Your life has pre-mortem introversion, Society 149 As of right now, I-I have not met the Black version of myself because I've been taught that my whole entire life, that I have not been the self image of the people that I grew up around, such as my parents and, you know, my white friends from the suburbs and my parents' friends telling me, like, "You're so white, you know, like, you don't belong to us" [?] trying to approach me when I, in fact, do want to be engaged and emotional [Pre-Chorus] Ooh, tell me where'd we go wrong I wish they were still here (They were still here) Ooh, tell me where'd we go wrong I wish they were still here (They were still here) [Chorus] A young child traumatized Had to read between the lies They told so many lies Had to stay strapped, I know so many died