“Like the fire needs the air”

Up late listening to Frank Beverly and Maze

Daydreaming about a queen who’ll accept me for my ways

Wrestling with being a genius but not being great

I’m quick to fall in love even though I’m so easy to hate

Seeking help as a result of having a black mom and dad

Nothing special, just another black youth gone mad

Alcohol for the pain and rhymes for therapy

It’s a sad to think about how many black kids can relate to me