You Remind Me

[Verse 1] I ain't have a day off since I got laid off just work And I ain't have a real home since it got paid off just dirt Cause home where the heart is, and I ain't never have a heartbeat just hurt To keep rhythm with the end time, this war at home a metronome Met a bad chick on the block, Wall Street swag had a LV bag I wanna holla but her left hand had a rock straight glittered in a NY minute looking just Plymouth I could tell she ain't wanna stop, I ain't hearing that, I just wanna know where your mind and rearing at Never even met her but I know I wanna meet her and she looking like a queen so I called out Sheeba She turned around with a 4 pound said go to cat calling to the gat boy I told her I’m just tryna get to know you bad girl she told me I was never made for you black boy So head back to the trap boy know you a pawn for the cane and the crack boy Tryna steal a heart huh looking like a jack boy Tell a cool story you can learn how to rap boy You can never have this dream, and that go for everybody like you I know you see the ring on the left bling, tryna take something you ain't got a right to So baby find somebody you could write to, for the cops come saying there’s a man down Its funny that I try make a stand now, what’s really funny you remind me of my man now [Hook: Norman Michael] You say I don't belong but you’re the one to speak You came around took everything from me Made me a slave when I used to be free Now what’s left of me is all history But I don’t belong here? Oh is that right? Whats going on here yea yea, something ain't right no And you took everything that I own And now I’m a slave in my own home [Verse 2] She told me bout her first man Wampa On the block everybody called him Red Tai She said he was a King by nature way back when we didn’t live under a dead sky Life moving through a cool breeze pale face only time they ever saw lead fly Staring at a ship through the mist came a killer named Chris man I swear he made the dead cry He told Red you lose, its now life or death lil homey you choose See the birds in the flock and your woman and the crops, real owner you not homey give it up smooth boom Heard a shot through air and the worse kinda fear start gripping at my living Tai on the ground I could see the blood dripping feel the pain in my chest and my gut start flipping ugh Bunch of mud in my vision hand on my skin and the grip started ripping Every single piece of love Red Tai had ever given now I’m laying on a ground of my own flesh trippin I see the stars and the stripes now, somebody tell Chris I forgive him The only thing that really bothered me, is there was never any Thanksgiving [Hook]