It was back in middle school kids didn’t like me kids always acting like they’re trying to fight me I walk through the hallways see them freestyle that stuff whack they should see my Me style I’ll be walking through the hallway they’ll be looking at me judging me they don’t know I’m struggling they don’t know how it feels to be black stuck in the back not allowed to cut some slack. Cops be shooting you for no reason on the floor bleeding while your mom is pleading in court for your custody