Nezzz - Born This Way Lyrics

I was born this way
Born this way
Born this way
Born this way
Born this way
I was born this way
Born this way
Born this way
I was born this way
Born this way
Born this way
Born this way
Born this way
I was born this way
Born this way
Born this way
I was born this way
Born this way
Born this way
Born this way
Born this way
I was born this way
Born this way
Born this way
Yea i was born
Born black
Born Wack
Born wit the bullet in my back
Born wit the weed and the crack
Born wit the seeds in the bag
Born wit the skittles and the swag
Born wit a duy and jag
Born wit a fully automatt
Born wit a daddy never knew
Born bein scared of the blue
Born pants saggin, hair matted, cant imagine
A black man rockin the greater fashion
Or a black man rappin wit hella passion
A Black man born in America
Where white people run cuz they scared of ya....tragic
Phobias of pointy hats
White niggas in ball caps
Blue shit wit the stars on it
Lookin like all of my opponents
Country towns wit the letter m
This the ones that we buried in
This my confession
Im speakin to reverends
Im shootin these niggas till i go to heaven
Enslaved to the bullshit
Enslaved to the poolpit
Enslaved by the ppl tht i used to b cool wit
Enslaved cuz im black and monkey
Enslaved to the drugs and the junkies
Enslaved to my skin and my melanin
Enslaved to the jails that they try to keep us in
Enslaved to the trumps and the bushs
And f*ck them niggas cuz they try to overlook us
If you white and you call me nigga
You think its ok but im pullin my trigga
Im takin ya bitch and she buyin me dinna
Im breakin her back like the matrix
Im lacin these blunts so she face this
Have you foamed up at the mouth
In about an hr
Then i offer up to the grim reapa
If she lucky then he might peep ha
Look at me im so deceitful
Haha
We was born this way
Born this way
Born this way
Born this way
Born this way
We was born this way
Born this way
Born this way
We was born this way
Born this way
Born this way
Born this way
Born this way
We was born this way
Born this way
Born this way
And tht aint gone change
And tht aint gone change
And tht aint gone change
And tht aint gone change
Yea im black wit a fat sack
Might as well tat it on my back
Might as well do a line of crack
Oh so thts not cool no more...oh my bad
Nigga they fearin us
They so delirious
Killin the people
But they call us citizens
Killin the sons and the daughters
Killin the ones that root for us
Stuck in the trees of a forest
Stuck at the end of a noose
Hoping we never get loose
Hoping we die in the sun
Hoping we die out as sons
Hoping we die all at once
Hoping we using for fun
Hoping our fathers decieve us at once
Hoping we die for no reason
Hoping we findin the seasons
While we wait for tht gun to go pow
Innocent child wit the smile
Knowing how this would go down
Wit the gun on my knoggin
The barrel is foggin
Another death for the news to report in