Family Tree - De'Wayne

I don’t know what my family tree is

Only thing connect us gotta be Jesus

I mean people don’t believe in Jesus

Niggas do even though we never seen him

I know it’s something bigger cause he made me

June 27th Monique delivered a baby to a kid named De’Wayne

Gave me the same name without the JR

She wasn’t playing no games

That’s no disrespect to my father in that bar

No matter What I heard’em say, you been a star

NaNa use to tell me about you

I don’t wanna live my life without you

Growing up I wanted to be just like you

Papa was hard, papa could fight

Papa fuck ya bitch all night, yea

Papa had respect on the corner

And his papa rolled with the crips in California…

Now when I walk past the mirror it’s starting to make a little sense to me

Everything I’m becoming it ain’t nothing new

Ain’t saying that I’m proud of it, it’s the fucking truth

Ever since the youth I had guidance seen violence

All in day when you different at school hearing whispers

Like is he gay?

what?

Fuck this nigga say, I throw my headphones on and forget about all the rain

cause…

My family of trees, it grows deep, inside of me

One time for the ones who lost they way

400 years in these chains still can’t escape

Even the ones that we love they cannot stay

Afraid to help, so we pray, so we pray Lord

I never meant to upset you

Know I didn’t become everything that I promised

Excuse ya son for blowing his nose in this tissue

It’s not cause ya son got sinus problems

Growing up we never talked about the problems

How my white friends they was yelling at they mama

The truth at our household beneath the ground floor

If I felt a certain way I had to try and hide it

With all of us that go;

Nique, Harm, Dray, Nell, Lo, Day

Young Ken I promise it’s not a day

Y’all don’t cross my mind I travel via the train with my pockets

Just as broke as the day that I fucking came

I throw my headphones on, the clouds in LA

Gray as ever, I feel the rain

But it was too hard to make the phone call it felt so cathartic

Just writing it on the page listen

My family of trees, it grows deep, inside of me

One time for the ones who lost they way

400 years in these chains still can’t escape

Even the ones that we love they cannot stay

Afraid to help, so we pray, so we pray lord

My family of trees, it grows deep, inside of me

One time for the ones who lost they way

400 years in these chains still can’t escape

Even the ones that we love they cannot stay

Afraid to help, so we pray, so we pray lord