City Blues

Singin' these Manchester City blues

Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true

Monetize my pain and my hurt

Commodify my frame, do your work

I might define my name, just the first

To fit in this lil' game

Yeah, it's hard chillin' with **** who only talk about bitches

And never 'bout business

Misogynistic till they sisters get involved

Then it's vengeance in the name of feminism, of course

Braggin' 'bout who they piped down on high school

Fool, what about right now?

Ooh, you wanna fight clown?

Want me to put the mic down

And leave me Mike Brown, light brown soaked in the concrete

Just beyond God's reach?

So tell me what's next?

Boys in blue paint the town red from all the bloodshed

Still interrogating my self

Tell me, how do crocodile tears fall from dry wells?

You can't confuse fedora boy for a suspect

The pen was the murder weapon

The muse the Weeping Woman

Still tryna paint Picasso circa 1937

It's true, I'm just paying my dues and my dudes

You out preein' my moves

I'm focused on my own two and keep singin' these

Manchester City blues

Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true

Monetize my pain and my hurt

Commodify my frame, do your work

I might define my name, just the first

To fit in this lil' game

Yo, Mama workin' like there was two of her

Can't let this motherfucking 9 to 5, 10 to 8 ruin her

Meanwhile, I'm jumpin' through the hoops of dodgin' daily news

And bein' with groups with young dudes who movin' tough

Now she stressin' and thinkin' her baby doing drugs

A lil' weed, but I might as well have been shootin' up

Aim for goals so high, they got me shootin' up

But chasing dreams ain't for kids who got no time

For lookin' up to the stars with leaks all in the ceilin'

Plus, I was chillin', just tryna make me a killin', bruh

I remember young Tony, Tales From The Hood

I remembered teachers never had my name understood

Look, ain't with the back and forth like racquetball or basketball, naw

You doin' her bad, she put you on blast like a Kalashnikov, ah

All-nighters for med school, tryna crash the course

Same minute, I'm medded up on all the Adderall

I look at the past and look at the battle scars

Thinkin' of pick up my bags and takin' a trip to California

That's why I look in the mirror like I'm the fuckin' man

'Cause the younger me would probably be a fuckin' fan

Look who the boy became, and I'ma hit the damn

MJ, Michael Jackson, Thriller dance, Milly Rockin' with either hand

Diddy Bopper, Sweeterman

Trendin' topic, neither, I don't give a damn

I just wanna see the fam

Winning off my

Manchester City blues

Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true

Monetize my pain and my hurt

Commodify my frame, do your work

I might define my name, just the first

To fit in this lil' game