AFFECT THE FUTURE COLLAB (feat. ...
• Written by ItsTheory
ItsTheory's Notes
Randy Rhino: Son of hard-working immigrants with a middle class British Asian upbringing
Kid: Son of a contractor and an office worker with a comfortable black household but who experiences racism
KNB: Black middle class upbringing with strained family relationships in California
Lucifer: White, formerly poor working-class upbringing in the American South
This is how our childhoods will affect our futures.
HOOK (X2)
Some of us live in communities where everything's good,
and there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,
some of us live in a place where they'll immediately shoot ya,
it's all what you make of it, see how shit affects the future?
VERSE 1 (RandyRhino):
My Asian immigrant parents had something to prove
Came to the UK with one suitcase, they were loving the view
But no job opportunities-nothing to do, they were stuck in a loop
Corner shops or restaurants, these were the only stuff they could do
People would look at me in disgust, while i was on the bus to my school
If only i could erase havoc, but my destiny wont be the way that i plan it
Pavin' my way so i don't lay in waste an panic,
Our races were faced with hate and it was tragic
I'll evade the strife and will never take my life for granted...
This is my life and the others i cherish
Learnt much from my mother but no other could wonder it was hellish
In these rhymes i will tell it... Tell it how it was and how it ought to be
Life as a child was great but happiness can't be bought for free
Then it got to me...
I'd stay at grans house as my parents worked at the shop all week
I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, To take time at the night or day
To make me and my bro happy, their smile was the brightest ray
My life was the slightest haze in spite of the life they made
We were striding through life, They were a guidance of light
I would sleep blinded from fright, while dad was makin' some bread
The bills kept raising the stress, I remember waking from bed
And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads
It was like we had a noose at our throats
We were losing our hope cause we were never oozing with dough
But the blessing was in the struggle, Hope was merging through the rubble
Never expected to stumble but was learning from the struggle
It was refreshing but a tussle, Life repays the respecting and the humble
I learnt much from the way i was taught, so i'm grindin' at uni and im slavin' at jobs
Raised as an Asian so it only makes sense that i aim for the top
There will never be a day where i'm vacant and ill never be placed in a shop!
VERSE 2 (Kid):
Why I always gotta be discriminated around the nation,
is it because when I get in altercation with a racist they call me Haitian.
Well guess what, I probably got more money than your lousy ass
parents combined,
because the redesign of mankind is unkind and declined,
it's my duty to fight for my right's because i'm bright,
and i'm tired of these whites starting fights cause they can't reach my heights,
i'm tired of being polite cause tonight this fire will ignite
and all the mistreated blacks will reunite.
You don't know what it feels like to be black cause bitches don't care,
it's unfair, your unaware of the daily struggle,
I may hear black jokes but I stay humble,
i'll never ever ever crumble,
my life is like a bubble, I am ready to pop,
this crazy shit needs to stop,
I'm hot, and ready you better be sweaty,
and you better get ready for my story-telling
HOOK (X2)
Some of us live in communities where everything's good,
and there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,
some of us live in a place where they'll immediately shoot ya,
it's all what you make of it, see how shit affects the future?
VERSE 3 (KNB):
Livin' with 2 brothers, 2 grandparents and a mother
I abandoned my father, he lost his honor, made me suffer
Not poor, not rich, but just enough to pull it through
So we just pray to the Lord, that we could stay true
I cry sometimes, no lie, my family would die
And it'd just be myself alone, but I don't know why
We pay for lottery tickets, problems in disappearance
All the bullshit we go through is just ridiculousness
I wish it wouldn't exist, the family always pissed
At each other one another, but later we recover
My family's from the south, stayed at Papa's house
Then after Katrina hell broke loose, so we got out
These days I try my best, still got a load on my chest
I appreciate with Jesus' offerings so I'm blessed
I'm just sayin' the truth, when I spit I speak smooth
Even though I'm a victim of my father's abuse
So I have no time to be stressed, no time to be depressed
That's why I keep on going, because I know that I'm blessed
Still got my future ahead, should be happy I'm not dead
I could get to be an influence, just hasn't happened yet
VERSE 4 (Lucifer):
It's an everyday hustle, and you don't wanna be caught up in it,
in a Southern redneck trailer park where you ain't got a minute,
I'm a poor white kid, got beat up everyday but stayed in school,
I never skipped a class, got good grades, and I played it cool,
but I'm fuckin' pissed, I probably won't go gain some knowledge,
'cuz my motherfuckin' parents are too poor to pay for college,
oh wait, I forgot, we used to have food stamps and Section 8,
my parents can't afford health, we make too much for Medicaid,
hairs away from qualifying, still got free lunch, that's how it feels,
WIC, Goodwill, Salvation Army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,
and now it's real, the power kills me, how to pay for college shit,
we parents are low-income, and I'm white, so no scholarships,
my parents are so poor they're disenfranchised from politics,
'cuz nobody will help 'em, they're too concerned with lobbyists,
so I'll probably end up working at McDonalds, spittin' this rage,
and live in a cage imprisoned by the system of minimum wage,
upward mobility's a myth, the American Dream we can't reach,
politicians are getting back-hand bribes, sittin' on a damn beach,
we can't relax, 'cuz I gotta help my parents fuckin' pay their bills,
today it's ill, and fuck the rest of hip-hop that says "stayin' real",
they'll probably think I'm middle class 'cuz I don't press the metal,
and probably think my family's great 'cuz I won't step in ghettoes,
and probably think I'm comfortable because my color's white,
not knowin' Southern whites are lower class, my fuckin' life,
that's nothing nice, living trapped up inside this financial bubble,
yeah we were doing okay as a teenager, now damn it's trouble,
we live paycheck to paycheck, and plus I'm a common dude who,
will always shop at Walmart and always make Ramen noodles,
and pawn shops and thrift stores and Food Lion, nail it hard,
I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,
so now the truth is told, you've got the words, now shoot me cold,
'cuz I can't live to find out what that motherfuckin' future holds
HOOK (X2)
Some of us live in communities where everything's good,
and there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,
some of us live in a place where they'll immediately shoot ya,
it's all what you make of it, see how shit affects the future?
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