"Nation" lyrics - BROCKHAMPTON

Barely got control of it, must've got a hold of it
Threw me to the ground and left a scar right on my nigga lips
I look in the closet when I think about the past life
Never good in my wallet, tryna see if I got my cash right
Fuck a flight, they ain't never wanted to treat my pack right
Fuck a job, they ain't never treat my mom and dad right

I hate the quiet suburbs, I hate those picket fences
I hate the separation, first thing they called me: Nigga
I fight, I got suspended
My teachers saw me hit him
So they ain't listen to me, and from that moment on
I would learn that I was different, I would grow to see the difference
Second guessing my decisions, black bodies come up missing

I feel like all my days are coming to rubble
I feel like all my days are coming to rubble

I would walk through the halls at my own pace
Every lunch, I would flow, having no place
All the books in my bag till my bones ache
Wonder how the world would be if I had no face
If I had no heart, if I had no skin
And I was just thoughts, reminiscing the things always brushed off
Had my Father tell me I was just off
And when I look at the things that I've been through
And the things I survived and at what cost?
All alone in my life that I just lost
All this shit persevere to the pole vault
In the eyes of the law I'm a problem
In the eyes of blogs I'm a paycheck
In the eyes of the world I'm an icon
In the eyes of my own I ain't start yet
In the eyes of the law I'm a problem
In the eyes of the blogs I'm paycheck
In the eyes of the world I'm an icon
In the eyes that I own I ain't start yet

I feel like all my days are coming to rubble
I feel like all my days are coming to rubble
I feel like all my days are coming to rubble
I feel like all my days are coming to rubble