Lemons

Lyrics

Child of an immigrant, Bitch, you know what it is Sour lemons, sour lemons, sour lemons I failed to make fresh lemonade When life handed me sour Lemons I failed to make fresh lemonade Life handed me sour Lemons I failed to make fresh lemonade Life handed me sour Lemons Life handed me sour Lemons Life handed me sour Lemons I failed to make fresh lemonade This life has been nothing but a drug To me and you and all the above I can't tell between the hate or love What's real or fake?, "well I can tell you Akin" First off, my sincere apologies You were fool by half bake mythology Your brochure force-fed the false equality We minorities are taught and pose to fail By the white man's policies Every authority wants us in Jail A rigged system placed us as snails To race, a white rabbit is a blind priority Like a deaf girl reading Braille Despite our quantity, we can't prevail This land preach so much democracy You can see that shit is a fairytale When life handed me sour Lemons I failed to make fresh lemonade Life handed me sour Lemons I failed to make fresh lemonade Life handed me sour Lemons Life handed me sour Lemons Life handed me sour Lemons I failed to make fresh lemonade Freedom ain't free unless you beat the game So roll your dice and play your part to save Every money you earned to live and chase They envy us all with a different shade I crossed the border when I was half your age Failed at school with no graduates My parents work on the field picking grapes With a mentality of jealous slave Hated on they own that cheated way It's all surreal like the field niggas betrayed by house piggy squeals Never liked pork it's not my choice of meal Life dish you cards to make a deal God gave me hands so I could build A deck of possible options to reap But I flushed my fortune when I spun that wheel When life handed me sour Lemons I failed to make fresh lemonade Life handed me sour Lemons I failed to make fresh lemonade Life handed me sour Lemons Life handed me sour Lemons Life handed me sour Lemons I failed to make fresh lemonade Still working like a southern slave Learning the tricks of the trade With a state of mind, tryna get paid I squeeze life to make lemonade I escaped the old to break chains But still locked in a similar cage A state of mind, O, America made I squeeze life to make lemonade When life handed me sour Lemons I failed to make fresh lemonade Life handed me sour Lemons I failed to make fresh lemonade Life handed me sour Lemons Life handed me sour Lemons Life handed me sour Lemons I failed to make fresh lemonade Sour lemons, sour lemons, sour lemons I failed to make fresh lemonade