Mr. Blackman

Hey Mr. Blackman
God never hand me that fruit
No one can hang with me
I feel like every move I make
This gonna be wrong
It’s like I don’t belong
I’ve never been in prison
But you’re thinkin' that it won’t be long
Supersquar wrote this song
Sometimes I fell that when you stare me
You wish that it’s a news I was chokin' on
You treat me like a dummy
Show no respect
I can’t even take a breath
Without it changing your perspective of me
You always think that you’re a step above me
My gear is fresh;
You think I’m dressing ugly
Guess it’s just the essence of me
And I don’t know if I can take it
I can be on the block
Without being under surveillance
I hate it
And everywhere I go
I’m like a motherfuckin' problem
Cause everywhere I go
These think I’m gonna rob them
Damn!
Hey Mr. Blackman
God never hand me that fruit
No one can hang with me
Cops always see me
Cavity searches whenever they see my Q comin'
Now I’m locked up
And I didn’t even do nothing
Can’t even get a decent meal
I got to chew rubbish
My girlfriends wipe their pants
Think I might hurt them
See I’m a nice guy
They treat me like I’m Mike Turner
They say:
I don’t think this guy is right for her
Can just live without jail
So I can live happily?
So what do I got to give
So I can get love
This shit is broken
I’m hopeless
When you grew up in a nice house
I was living with the roaches
I just need to focus
I know this
But how do I approach this?
I’m singin'
Hey Mr. Blackman
God never hand me that fruit
No one can hang with me
No one can hang with me