QuinTell Wright - Global Misfit lyrics

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For all my people... who are misunderstood worldwide... or as I like to call em... global misfits... yours truly... QuinTell Wright. Look... listen.

She was an angel then shifted angles

Dame lost her name, became a Jane Doe

Said every man she met was a-hole

That's why she went 100% to rainbow

No pesos, she got a stripper gig to make dough for her son

Whsoe breakfast and dinner's Frosted Flakes

Like Legos it clicked, but ain't forever stick

Got good tips from every strip but felt she had to split, imagine this

Man of hers, flashy young brotha back handin' her

Sneakin', cheating, different women, sofa or the banister

Not giving up, she got a lil bit of stamina

As a teen dreamed, even fiend for the camera

Let the hood vacuum her good, now she bad too

Life oozed juice like her cherry back tattoo

Son's home alone feelin' neglected, scarred

Father's a question mark

Drama in session starts

I want a love... love, love, love. I want a love...

He started good dude then took a new move

Culinary major, influenced by hood dude

Said cook crack, why should you cook food?

That's why he went 100% to crook dude

They hooked dude to clients he's supplying that white with

Trading skillet and spoon for baking soda and pyrex

Call him a coke boy, not the type you digest, but inhale that poisonous whiteness

As his sleepless momma looks out the window, exhales

At the night sky, wanting her son to excel in life

Bridge a gap in his academics

But he only cares to wear Gap and Akademics

And he's past the speed limit, all drunk on the highway

Bullets through his chest on that very same Friday

Mom's home alone feelin' neglected scarred

Killer's a question mark, drama in session starts

Had supreme Hall of Fame dreams, ballin' mean as Barkley

But haters bite at my fins to Free Willy and Jaws me

Fightin' to keep the vison, God don't let 'em Ray Charles me

Battling ying yang, good and my bad

Common sense versus fun loving, reckless ass

First mentality babe or you'll be next to last

Tried to bring 'em to speed but they creepin' in snail

Tried to get em to see but they readin' in brail

No, I ain't a saint

Been slipping off the ladder but learned from my mistakes

Climbing to the plank

Diving to my destiny

Loyalty is rare, if you love me say a prayer for me

Grandma you the glue to keep our sanity and heart

Only fear is if you go, our family'll fall apart

Pops died '08,. lack of knowing couldn't teardrop

So I made pen cry ink in my hip-hop