DE'WAYNE Lyrics
"Family Tree"

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, yeah
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 a 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
Four hundred 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 L.A.
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
Four hundred 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
Four hundred 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