Sins Of The Past

I remember, when they say I wasn't black enough

Speaking so articulate, and I never had to grow up rough

Man what luck, told myself I'd never be stuck

But the cops don't care, still had my black skin in cuffs

Rise through it all, grind through the hate

Money on mind, can't you relate

I still remember when they laughed when I told them I was gonna make it out the gates

Keep ya circle small, and ball behind the scenes

Cuz the folks who be really hating on ya really want to live your dreams, always

Man, look at them now, all the advice they ask me now

I just tell them to hold it cuz Big D still got the crown

I run my town, graduated with my cap and gown