Fine

[Verse]

In New York is where I was placed

All among the cops and the toxic waste

I don't bring it up as a claim to fame

But in these confines, had to train my brain

Not to think a lot of broke stuff was healed

And not to think a lot of fake stuff was real

A lot of thick smoke keep the truth concealed

But yo, it's no joke when the truth revealed

Things'll go down that could make you swear

A lot of these folks want to make you scared

Most of these folks got enough to spare

But most of these folks wasn't taught to share

Boys was all taught how to not be men

We was all taught we should not be friends

Girls was all taught they should not like nerds

Girls was all taught that it's all 'bout curves

Think that way so long

It's hard to recognize things don't go wrong

And that the truth is you got it going on

And when it ain't truth, you ain't gotta go along

[Chorus]

So I fret sometimes

I get upset sometimes

I get pet sometimes

Sweat sometimes

I get tongue tied

Think I'm falling behind

Things are gonna be fine

[Outro]

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