Picket Fences

Yeah, against the world
 Picket fences
 Black boy up against those picket fences, against the world
 Picket fences
 I feel the most black against those picket fences in the suburbs
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 And it's the suburban black boy, check me out
 Stay in the books, but I got style
 T-shirt from that thrift shop and my Jordans be hand-me-downs
 It's a new brand of blackness, but I own that shit
 Never a slave to none, I own that whip
 And I been called Oreo and white
 Boy, but I ball dirtier than Mike, boy
 That's dirty like my SB's (I don't even
 Skate no more) that's dirty, but the Sprite clean
 Used to get swerved by the birds, but I really feel like Cupid
 And loneliness the homie in my bedroom makin' music
 I never fit in boxes, but fittin' in is stupid
 And when I got probs, me and Frank make solutions
 Picket fences
 Black boy up against those picket fences, against the world
 Picket fences
 I feel the most black against those picket fences, in the suburbs
 Picket fences
 Black boy up against those picket fences, against the world
 Picket fences, yeah
 I feel the most black against those picket fences, the the suburbs
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 Ooh, oohoohooh oohoohooh oohoohooh
 I want it back, I want it back