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Beyond my doorstep, ain’t much to write about

I was a normal kid with normal problems, but I’d write it out

Plus, my therapist said it’s probably best to talk about it

So I talk about it, I just don’t wanna be judged, you see?

Beyond my doorstep, ain’t much to write about

I was a normal kid with normal problems, but I’d write it out

Plus, my therapist said it’s probably best to talk about it

So I talk about it, I just don’t wanna be judged

I was born in the South, chitlins and grits

By the age of one, parents, they decided to split

Pops took me back to Brooklyn, I’d be damned if it’s

Not crazy how many babies die from crackheads and tricks

Black eyes, bloody knuckles by the young age of six

I was always fightin', always down in the mix

Prison pipeline was born at PS-156

Then I moved upstate and my whole life switched

I remember second time somebody called me a «nigga»

It was my best friend’s mom, what the hell I expect?

All white neighborhood, five black kids

Delhi, New York in the '90s at this

I was straight out of Brownsville, Tyson on my wrist

Traded pigeons for the Delaware River, crayfish

Chewin' tobacco, ATVs, shotguns in the 6th grade

I wanted to be like all the other kids and get paid

I used to help around the house with money I made

While middle class white kids used to play with their moms

Go to sleep away camp and travel abroad

I was collectin' cans, shovelin' snow, cuttin' their lawns

I still couldn’t fit in, the only Black kid they passed

My whole life was a sit-in, «Sit in the back of the class»

«We don’t segregate, you can sit in the back of the bus»

«We don’t discriminate, you can sit right behind us»

Cafeteria, library, boy, sit with your race

Sit wherever you wanna sit, so long as you sit in your place

I just wanted to belong, I just wanted to be cool

So I started gettin' money, became the thief of the school

Stealin' oxygen out of water just to suffocate pools

So I could drown in my own tears and float on the rest

I don’t wanna be judged, just wanna speak from my chest

And document all of this in case I reach my last breath

Beyond my doorstep, ain’t much to write about

I was a normal kid with normal problems, but I’d write it out

Plus, my therapist said it’s probably best to talk about it

So I talk about it, I just don’t wanna be judged, you see?

Beyond my doorstep, ain’t much to write about

I was a normal kid with normal problems, but I’d write it out

Plus, my therapist said it’s probably best to talk about it

So I talk about it, I just don’t wanna be judged

Who ever thought in Puerto Rico, I’d still be a «nigga»?

«A mono, amigo» the nappy hair who couldn’t speak the language

Hang out at the basketball courts with the gang-bangers

It wasn’t really my forte, just like shootin' hoops

It’s funny how pain unites people

I remember sittin' in Reader’s driveway eatin' cuchifritos

Watchin' Minga y Petraca, eatin' bacalaitos

Neighbor twerkin' on the door like «Ay, que rico»

We dated for a month, then she dated Pepito

Talkin' 'bout «Él tiene un carro y me da besitos»

Whatever chick, I couldn’t wait to leave Calle Cinco

Moved to the Bronx with the rest of the gringos

Fell in love with a stripper when I was in 10th grade

She was in the 12th, but she helped my memories fade

I sold bootleg CDs and made mixtapes

A bag full of BB guns, comin' straight from school

Shootin' at pedophiles on Zerega Ave, actin' a fool

Shit, I barely passed, not my grades, but my life

By the age of 16, attempted suicide twice

Depressed, always ready to fight

Orange razor blade in my pocket, and I’m searchin' for the light

Walkin' on the edge like, «Fuck it, I might take a flight»

Then I go back to my room, I was ready to write

I hated everything and everybody that seemed right

Like, «Why is it not me?», like, «Why aren’t I like?»

I just wanna be free, I just wanna be hype

Who would have thought I would invite so much strife?

But it’s hard to have vision when you can’t gain sight

Started cuttin' myself, while in search of the light

Just to feel emotion, I couldn’t feel nothin' right

Felt the love and the pain at the end of a knife

Beyond my doorstep, ain’t much to write about

I was a normal kid with normal problems, but I’d write it out

Plus, my therapist said it’s probably best to talk about it

So I talk about it, I just don’t wanna be judged, you see?

Beyond my doorstep, ain’t much to write about

I was a normal kid with normal problems, but I’d write it out

Plus, my therapist said it’s probably best to talk about it

So I talk about it, I just don’t wanna be judged

We all deal with the same shit in different ways

Doesn’t mean you a good soul just 'cause you rockin' J’s

And just rockin' J’s doesn’t mean you gettin' paid

And just 'cause you paid doesn’t mean that you’re happy

Money will make you smile, but won’t keep you from laughin'

And laughing’ll keep you happy, but won’t keep you from cryin'

Crying’ll make you feel alive, but won’t keep you from dyin'

That’s why I’m cryin' at this doorstep before I open the door

And my son runs in my arms and I fall to the floor

Thinkin' 'bout the time I was a kid wanting much more

Thinkin' 'bout my past and how I had so much more in store

I wanna be the best father, Father, please understand

It ain’t easy raisin' a child and still becomin' a man

But, then again, then again

Then again, then again

Then again, then again

Beyond my doorstep, ain’t much to write about

I was a normal kid with normal problems, but I’d write it out

Plus, my therapist said it’s probably best to talk about it

So I talk about it, just don’t wanna be judged, you see?

Beyond my doorstep, ain’t much to write about

I was a normal kid with normal problems, but I’d write it out

Plus, my therapist said it’s probably best to talk about it

So I talk about it, I talk about it

I’ll talk about it, I’ll talk about it

I’ll talk about it, I’ll talk about it