Sometimes I’m so cynical it’s Biblical not being figurative overly literal move the decimal before the intentional illegitimale highly unpunctual often subliminal criminal gives the eulogy at his own funeral Let there be light and it was good. Just make sure it doesn’t shine to bright in the hoods or trailer parks keep the spark dim so those kids don’t stand a chance and their parent’s apparently hold on to every disadvantage and practice alcoholism just like all the fascist fascists that keep them looked in their white trash cells because it’s not their fault we can never blame ourselves while we dwell in hell barely peaking our heads out our shells cause fuck getting ahead fuck trying to excel. This is how my pops did it and his dumb ass ain’t never wrong bout to woop his ass with a belt see if he likes how it felt feelsgive me something to cry about who then now pops 2 for flinching quit bitching this hurts me way more than it does you except with out the scars cuts and skin covered in bruise es. Tonight we are having childhood trauma with a side of miller high life served with completely intentionally unnecessary bullshit and drama call c-p-s on your momma out of spite for kicking my ass to the curb no matter what I did or the fact that I did deserve every trespass and every word that she did unto me time to grow up be a man like me cause one day you’ll get to fuck up your own family. [Chorus] Cause white Boyz in the hood are always hard born white trash to parents with no jobs now water or power old appliances in the yard how can you play with a full deck when it’s already missing some cards Oh nooo. Here we go again another white dude ripping off Eminem but they don’t know you like I do slim now one does they don’t know what it’s like for people like us just because we all got our own tests You don’t call out every rapper that sold crack in the projects you call it my privilege Held back a grade like it’s my fault I couldn’t read. Indeed being the seed of people hooked on speed that never went anywhere but when they did leave it was to the bar 10 mins away just off jacksboro highway. The same as that country song George Strait got it all wrong. Raised in the place as Dimebag Darrell and Vinny Paul Just past the cemetery gates I spent way more than five minutes alone north side of Fort Worth in the Spanish ghetto I swear I coulda changed my name to boleeo or wed-O. Couldn’t even walk to the store without some vatos or junkie ass-hole ask me what I was looking at or begging for or dollar or trying to sell me drugs back then I didn’t know what dope was or that it’s the same thing my mom and her boyfriend does but it’s the only home I know it’s the place I found my soul it’s just one of the pieces that makes me whole [Chorus] Cause white Boyz in the hood are always hard born white trash to parents with no jobs now water or power old appliances in the yard how can you play with a full deck when it’s already missing some cards
