That Power

All these haters See you later All that I could do But you dont even feel me though I know you got that power That power Oh oh oh So CG but a nigga stay real Though I'm fly I'm ill I'm running shit 3 points field goal Rappers used to laugh like I tripped and fell Cause I don't stunt a gold cross like I Christian Bale Yeah they starin' at me jealous cause I do shows bigger But your looks don't help like an old gold digger Uncool but lyrically I'm a stone cold killer So it's 400 blows to these Truffaut niggas Yeah now that's the line of the century Niggas missed it too busy They lyin' 'bout penitentiary Man you ain't been there Nigga you been scared And I'm still living single like Synclaire Lovin' white dudes who call me white and then try to hate When I wasn’t white enough to use your pool when I was 8 Stone Mountain you raised me well I’m stared at by Confederates but hard as hell Tight jeans penny loafers but I still drink a Bodine Staying on my me shit but hated on by both sides I’m just a kid who blowing up with my father’s name And every black you're not black enough Is a white you're all the same DOOM Food like Rapp Snitch Knishes Cuz its oreos twinkies coconuts delicious How many gold plaques you want inside your dining room I said I want a full house They said You got it dude All these haters See you later All that I could do But you dont even feel me though I know you got that power That power Oh oh oh Holla holla holla holla at yo boy Like yo dad when he's pissed off Got flow I could make a cripple crip walk Niggas' breath stank all they do is shit talk People want a real man I made 'em wait this long Maybe if he bombs he'll quit and keep actin' And save paper like your aunt does with McDonald napkins How'd it happen Honesty did it See all of my competition at the bodies exhibit Yeah I bodied the limits and I get at them fakers Motherfuck if you hate it cremated them haters So my studio be a funeral Yeah this is our year oh you didn't know Uh yeah I'm killin' you step inside the lion's den Man I'm hov if the 'O' was an 'I' instead On stage with my family in front of me I am what I am everything I wanna be All these haters See you later All that I could do But you dont even feel me though I know you got that power That power Oh oh oh This is on a bus back from camp I’m thirteen and so are you Before I left for camp I imagined it would be me and three or four other dudes I hadn’t met yet running around all summer getting into trouble It turned out it would be me and just one girl That’s you And we’re still at camp as long as we’re on the bus and not at the pickup point where our parents would be waiting for us We’re still wearing our orange camp t shirts We still smell like pineneedles I like you and you like me and I more than like you but I don’t know if you do or don’t more than like me You’ve never said so I haven’t been saying anything all summer content to enjoy the small miracle of a girl choosing to talk to me and choosing to do so again the next day and so on A girl who’s smart and funny and who if I say something dumb for a laugh is willing to say something two or three times as dumb to make me laugh but who also gets weird and wise sometimes in a way I could never be A girl who reads books that no one’s assigned to her whose curly brown hair has a line running through it from where she put a tie to hold it up while it was still wet Back in the real world we don’t go to the same school and unless one of our families moves to a dramatically different neighborhood we won’t go to the same high school So this is kind of it for us Unless I say something And it might especially be it for us if I actually do say something The sun’s gone down and the bus is quiet A lot of kids are asleep We’re talking in whispers about a tree we saw at a rest stop that looks like a kid we know And then I’m like Can I tell you something And all of a sudden I’m telling you And I keep telling you and it all comes out of me and it keeps coming and your face is there and gone and there and gone as we pass underneath the orange lamps that line the sides of the highway And there’s no expression on it And I think just after a point I’m just talking to lengthen the time where we live in a world where you haven’t said yes or no yet And regrettably I end up using the word destiny I don’t remember in what context Doesn’t matter Before long I’m out of stuff to say and you smile and say okay I don’t know exactly what you mean by it but it seems vaguely positive and I would leave in order not to spoil the moment but there’s nowhere to go because we’re are on a bus So I pretend like I’m asleep and before long I really am I wake up the bus isn’t moving anymore The domed lights that line the center aisle are all on I turn and you’re not there Then again a lot of kids aren’t in their seats anymore We’re parked at the pick up point which is in the parking lot of a Methodist church The bus is half empty You might be in your dad’s car by now your bags and things piled high in the trunk The girls in the back of the bus are shrieking and laughing and taking their sweet time disembarking as I swing my legs out into the aisle to get up off the bus just as one of them reaches my row It used to be our row on our way off It’s Michelle a girl who got suspended from third grade for a week after throwing rocks at my head Adolescence is doing her a ton of favors body wise She stops and looks down at me And her head is blasted from behind by the dome light so I can’t really see her face but I can see her smile And she says one word destiny Then her and the girls clogging the aisles behind her all laugh and then she turns and leads them off the bus I didn’t know you were friends with them I find my dad in the parking lot He drives me back to our house and camp is over So is summer even though there’s two weeks until school starts This isn’t a story about how girls are evil or how love is bad this is a story about how I learned something and I’m not saying this thing is true or not I’m just saying it’s what I learned I told you something It was just for you and you told everybody So I learned cut out the middle man make it all for everybody always Everybody can’t turn around and tell everybody everybody already knows I told them But this means there isn’t a place in my life for you or someone like you Is it sad Sure But it’s a sadness I chose I wish I could say this was a story about how I got on the bus a boy and got off a man more cynical hardened and mature and shit But that’s not true The truth is I got on the bus a boy And I never got off the bus I still haven’t