Chance - Blood Orange

Genesis, chapter eleven, verse ten

Explains the genealogy of Shem

Shem was a black man, in Africa

If you repeat this fact, they can’t laugh at ya

Seem to not take it too well

When I tell you that it’s not the reason I fell

Then you know just how he felt

When you look at how you gave enough chance to sell

All I ever wanted was a chance for myself

Why the fuck do you even speak?

It’s not a choice of speech, and it sure ain’t free

Wear your braids to keep your edge

Stay in your corner, fuck you up, we lost our chill

All you ever wanted was a chance for yourself

To represent a thing that we have started to build

Why refresh your soul and my spirit for them?

All I ever wanted was a chance for myself

Been chewed up but it makes you proud

You’re the dark skinned nigga in a sold out crowd

Looking at the girl with the thick, blonde braids

And you’re tryin' to make out what her t-shirt says

No one really ever cares what 'thug life' means

They wanna be surrounded but they hate to breathe

The air is thick as I plan my escape

All I ever wanted was a chance for myself