w 4, Black Girl Magic Lin-Z Roseart I remember when my friends wore Adidas And I thought I was dope in my dollar store sneakers Stevie on the Ipod, Mariah Carey, my god Hitting high notes that you know could blow speakers I would go deep and catch a pass, one hand No grass on the land but they called me moss All we thought about then is untouchable Who liked who? Who brought the best Lunchable? I, on the other hand a little uncomfortable How everybody Harry and my body so Hobbit? Damn how it hurt that I wasn’t fit for skirts But how easily my body slipped right into the closet Hanging on by the thread of my Paco jeans But still free, swang my legs jumping off them swings Too happy, could’ve cracked my head on cement Blue khakis, turning black as all my secrets Now the 24 pack of Crayolas turn into Modelos If you eva wonder bout me been working 24-7 Tryin to face the storm with all the shifting weather But dude it ain’t no Elmer’s glue to hold the shit together Tl admit it, I been bitter, missing glitter and gold stars Giving masterpieces and treating girls to my Roseart Feet in a circle, point ya fingers where yo toes are Run til we outta breath and after just doze off Then reset, long as it didn’t hurt my grades, Now recess is a 30 minute break unpaid Hey, we would swallow cartons Just to see who gulped the hardest Now I gotta buy the gallon every Sunday I think I miss the closet just a little bit Wish I could switch direct deposits for my innocencema and my daddy I forget him jehink I miss ™Y ma all every night of every autumn And think about it