Here's a trick for the new folk
Coming down the line being born in these heavy, these heavy times
I know it ain't perfect, but it don't out, too
Just some words you inherit, it is up to you
You know it's up to you, yeah
There comes a time when you're gonna reap the truth
So in long shit that you find out it's overflowing
And all the words that they saying man, they don't mean nothing
You gonna blame it on me
There comes a time when you're gonna find what you were made of
Kiss your mother, there's nothing that the baby full of
And all the while, yes, the world, it keeps on turning
You gonna blame it on