[ti:Out Of Category]
[ar:P.O.S.]
[al:Never Better]

[00:02.00]P.O.S. - Out Of Category
[00:05.00]LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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[00:12.06]He never liked classes/ he was always a social cat/
[00:15.39]The cutest kittens forever where he at/
[00:17.44]The rudest men held positions at the flat/
[00:19.43]Momma loved him/ but momma wanna man to help assist with this boy/
[00:22.43]This boy this swing and a miss/
[00:24.14]Bright eyed beautiful lips plumped with lies/
[00:26.20]Ma stumped and crying/ but he dont ever ask why/
[00:28.69]Just kisses ma goodbye/ zips his jacket up and goodnight/
[00:31.83]Skateboard or bike/ (like peace)/
[00:32.96]Im out of category x4
[00:37.25](you know why)/
[00:38.11]Cause he dislike the strife so avoids it/
[00:40.01]Dont trust teachers/ cause they dont trust him/
[00:41.53]Dont trust motives/ so he dont trust friends/
[00:44.30]He cant tell if most other people cold/ or just dont trust black skin/
[00:47.06]Displaced the race card shuffled/
[00:49.80]The spade ace into a place/ where cards stayed blank/
[00:52.35]And not to say without a face/ more like a lack of color/
[00:55.01]Not really to certain how to go about a brother/
[00:57.16]It wasnt always like that though/
[00:58.99]But momma moved him out the gutter to the curb/
[01:01.09]so he wouldnt wash away/
[01:02.41]He didnt seem to get that though/
[01:04.01]and momma wasnt really pullin in that butter
[01:05.99]So his bread came another way/ and he couldnt have nice things/
[01:08.47]Fuck em he didnt even want em/
[01:10.89]if he needed em he found a way to got em/
[01:12.47]Since everybody doubt em/ he happily obliged to bide his time/
[01:14.91]And find his little piece of peace/ at the bottom/ like fuck yall
[01:17.41]Im out of category x8
[01:27.48]He build his self-esteem up off some tricks/
[01:29.22]Cause even when he matched as far as skin with kids it seemed they didnt mix/
[01:32.51](And) there seemed to be disdain from the kids that clashed colors with him/
[01:34.99]Rebel yelling girls trying to make they daddy pissed/
[01:37.48]So aint nobody on his buddy list/
[01:39.55]Cause they would probably give him business/
[01:41.16]about the shitty sweater he lives in/
[01:42.51]So he surrounds himself with hope to touch a throne/
[01:44.96]And other people feeling all alone/
[01:46.46]Hold your heart/
[01:47.84]Im out of category x4
[01:52.11]He found punk rock the first time that/
[01:54.44]He rode either the nine or eleven bus line it slips the mind/
[01:56.79]But they way they didnt need to fit in/
[01:58.93]He asked if he could pull the bell and said/ mom I wanna be like them/
[02:02.17]Found his kin/ brothers at school thinking he trying to/ rewrite skin/
[02:05.04]Other are fools never seem some/ shit like him/
[02:07.31]So far hes been a bitter boy/
[02:09.23]Living like litter no choice no quieter so cue the noise/
[02:12.01]Aint nothing like a/ Mohawk/ to show off/ your fuck off/
[02:14.50]And kick off/ the Reeboks/ for boots/
[02:16.05]To keep the block off you/
[02:16.85]But he could/ see how/ the re-route/ of style/
[02:19.60]made the eye brows raise, (but)/
[02:20.89]Not for nothing wasnt changing you/
[02:22.41]Hed seen his daddy with a pipe/ too young to understand/
[02:24.98]Life aint coming from this man holding hands/ with him/
[02:27.54]He probably didnt meant to hit him/
[02:28.85]he probably didnt even mean to plant his seed/
[02:31.29]Is my picture in his wallet with him?/ hes thinking probably not/
[02:34.46]And even so its probably rolled up with some coke in it/
[02:36.92]Old and out of focus so nope/ the road they chose was not his/
[02:39.71]Nobody will ever be like him/ hold your heart
[02:42.06]Im out of category x 12
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