I grew up a young choir boy Christian like Krizz, is like the last you ever think to pick a fight Kids used to throw rocks at me When the bus stops at me How sis would come running out Leave my brother alone!, she would tell em Im a kill em momma, if they send him home again yellin Im a erase at least one of em from this place I hated they make fun of him cause his face Go on and on, traveling on through adolescence Teach em a lesson, carry a weapon Cause thats the only way to keep em off of me They teasin me awfully bad Wish I could take of my mask and Im asking my momma, Why you think the lord seen it fit to hit me with this? He could make a different Krizz, if he wanted to Heres what Im gonna do... Im a tattoo my face and erase this: This is Vitiligo
Posted on: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 17:32:34 +0000
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