I don't know how to go the right way
Blackened White just turnin to gray
X2

My whole life been a training arc,
I don't know where to start,
I don't know where go,
Get ready on your mark,
You was try'na light it up but it's cold and dark,
Till Nick Swisher started snapping like he Tony Stark,
Brain full of Black Thoughts things fall apart,
These niggas makin bullsh*t then they call it art,
Kill the track leave a scene and a calling card,
Nick Swisher not Nick Cannon this ain't Stomp the Yard, JJ
That was a bad line,
Type that make the mood start to flat line,
Turn a good time to a bad time,
I be doing that sh*t like a pastime,
My white side fighting with my black side,
Don't belong nowhere you know what that's like,
Like isn't that right?
Lookin at myself like what a sad sight,

I don't know how to go the right way
Blackened White just turnin to gray

Because Black, White, or Gray, it all fades away