Out Of Category

He never liked classes/ he was always a social cat/
 The cutest kittens forever where he at/
 The rudest men held positions at the flat/
 Momma loved him/ but momma wanna man to help assist with this boy/
 This boy this swing and a miss/
 Bright eyed beautiful lips plumped with lies/
 Ma stumped and crying/ but he dont ever ask why/
 Just kisses ma goodbye/ zips his jacket up and goodnight/
 Skateboard or bike/ (like peace)/
 Im out of category x4
 (you know why)/
 Cause he dislike the strife so avoids it/
 Dont trust teachers/ cause they dont trust him/
 Dont trust motives/ so he dont trust friends/
 He cant tell if most other people cold/ or just dont trust black skin/
 Displaced the race card shuffled/
 The spade ace into a place/ where cards stayed blank/
 And not to say without a face/ more like a lack of color/
 Not really to certain how to go about a brother/
 It wasnt always like that though/
 But momma moved him out the gutter to the curb/
 so he wouldnt wash away/
 He didnt seem to get that though/
 and momma wasnt really pullin in that butter
 So his bread came another way/ and he couldnt have nice things/
 Fuck em he didnt even want em/
 if he needed em he found a way to got em/
 Since everybody doubt em/ he happily obliged to bide his time/
 And find his little piece of peace/ at the bottom/ like fuck yall
 Im out of category x8
 He build his self-esteem up off some tricks/
 Cause even when he matched as far as skin with kids it seemed they didnt mix/
 (And) there seemed to be disdain from the kids that clashed colors with him/
 Rebel yelling girls trying to make they daddy pissed/
 So aint nobody on his buddy list/
 Cause they would probably give him business/
 about the shitty sweater he lives in/
 So he surrounds himself with hope to touch a throne/
 And other people feeling all alone/
 Hold your heart/
 Im out of category x4
 He found punk rock the first time that/
 He rode either the nine or eleven bus line it slips the mind/
 But they way they didnt need to fit in/
 He asked if he could pull the bell and said/ mom I wanna be like them/
 Found his kin/ brothers at school thinking he trying to/ rewrite skin/
 Other are fools never seem some/ shit like him/
 So far hes been a bitter boy/
 Living like litter no choice no quieter so cue the noise/
 Aint nothing like a/ Mohawk/ to show off/ your fuck off/
 And kick off/ the Reeboks/ for boots/
 To keep the block off you/
 But he could/ see how/ the re-route/ of style/
 made the eye brows raise, (but)/
 Not for nothing wasnt changing you/
 Hed seen his daddy with a pipe/ too young to understand/
 Life aint coming from this man holding hands/ with him/
 He probably didnt meant to hit him/
 he probably didnt even mean to plant his seed/
 Is my picture in his wallet with him?/ hes thinking probably not/
 And even so its probably rolled up with some coke in it/
 Old and out of focus so nope/ the road they chose was not his/
 Nobody will ever be like him/ hold your heart
 Im out of category x 12