Letra de Y.B.P. - Danny Brown

(Feat. Bruiser Wolf)

Let me change the channel with the pliers

Wet clothes on the porch, we ain't have a dryer

Spending food stamps, wait 'til ya leave the store

Too many in the bed, had to sleep on the floor

'Cause my cousin always pee, getting whipped in the morning

Every night can't sleep, got me tossing and turning

Late night in the kitchen, here I'm always fussin'

Got my ass beat, I ain't even do nothin'

Seen her crying in the kitchen and I don't know why

Caught my aunt smokin' crack and she got a black eye

Living on Focus: HOPE and we tryna get by

Sippin' on WIC juice, wash it down with chili fries

Homie shot at the Coney, hope he survive

Only go to church when someone die

Kids raisin' kids, all tryna be grown

Things never fix when we come from broken homes

We was young, black and poor being raised in Detroit (Raised in Detroit)

You can never learn what a nigga been taught

See, we was young, black and poor being raised in Detroit (Young, black and poor)

You can never learn what a nigga been taught

See, we was young, black and poor being raised in Detroit (Raised in Detroit)

You can never learn what a nigga been taught

See, we was young, black and poor being raised in Detroit (Young, black and poor)

You can never learn what a nigga been taught

Detroit city, that's where I live

Feels like "Poetic Justice," you get killed at the drive-in

Who gon' front you some work? Who gon' front you some work?

We was fresh from the dirt, put you on a t-shirt

Wanna run like Barry, shoot like Zeke

But in the hood with a nine on me like Rodney Peete

Motor city, the Motown, the Fab Five

Police violence, that's how Malice Green died

Coleman Young, Dennis Archer, Kilpatrick

Pissy mattress in the alley doing backflips

Uh, these hoes ratchet, daddy's absent

But, the kids see us doing wrong

Ayy, they wanna be us when they grown

But ask them why be high like Rich Jones

My city show no love

It's hard to fit in the murder mitten like OJ glove

We was young, black and poor being raised in Detroit

You can never learn what a nigga been taught

See, we was young, black and poor being raised in Detroit (Raised in Detroit)

You can never learn what a nigga been taught

See, we was young, black and poor being raised in Detroit

You can never learn what a nigga been taught

See, we was young, black and poor being raised in Detroit

You can never learn what a nigga been taught

Stuck in the middle between Blade and Dilla

Surrounded by killers, couldn't see the big picture

From a bird's eye view, we ain't had no clue

Didn't know what was true, had nothing to lose

"Home where the heart is"? But where is the love?

Feeling lost in the world, they don't care about us

Back to the world, we ain't had no plan

Everything about the city made me who I am

You can make it here, yeah, yeah, you know the rest

Everyday was like a test, if you fail, it's death

Or a trip to Wayne county, hope you don't get sent to Jackson

Middleman taxin', to the story just a fraction

How the system made division but it don't add up?

Take away from the hood, never giving back to us

How the system made division but it don't add up?

Take away from the hood, never giving back to us

Young, black and poor

You can never learn

See, we was young, black and poor

You can never learn what a nigga been taught

See, we was young, black and poor being raised in Detroit

You can never learn what a nigga been taught

See, we was young, black and poor being raised in Detroit

You can never learn what a nigga been taught

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