I am P.O.S.nI be the new generation of slavesnHere to make papes off this land corporation's rapenFrom that life I'm tryin' to separatenBut I guess I'm livin' dreams cuz my rent's always a month latenProduct of an East German black nWho kissed the neck, of a pretty woman named GracenBut he left my life just a little too soonnDidn't see me catch the Doomtree famennAs we go a little somethin' like thisnLook mom, no protection, no I got a baby boy by the name of JakenAnd I been tryin' to play the cowboy to rustle in the doughnWhen I think I'm getting' better every passin' daynI'm not an early bird, plus the feathers' all blacknSo by the time I catch an apple, usually it's rindnBut it's a must to decipher one's girl nFrom the round, sweet apples that are rotten on the insidenI cherish my free timenBut I maximize so my soul needs to unwindnI wanna see the stars be the moon to my sunn(But I'm always on the run, run, run)nI fake to all these hard-case kidsnI raise a black fistnBut won't say (nigga) in the things I writenAnd I don't say (faggot)nCuz I don't think it's rightnI know my boy struggle with that for over half his lifenI guess we got our own lives to livenBut I'm stretched too thin, tryin' to build a kingdom to rulenAnd I think to the past sometimesnAnd dag man, it's bad, see I kinda acted like a foolnBut I've apologized to the lives that I've touched nWrong pride, to the back, move ahead strongnBut I can safely saynI've never played a woman without karma catchin' up later onnI try to walk the right side of the tracksnBut I've hopped a couple trainsnMom would cry if she knew the hapsnBut I can stand who I amnAnd face the day straightnKnowin' not a thing can change what our beat singin?nn[Chourus:]nNo one will ever be, like menNo one will ever be, like mennAnd I know I'm not a bad guy, but when I try to do what's rightnEveryone who comes to me don't understand or see my plightnEverything I've ever done, and all the plans I've had insidenI was Mr. Gone Wrong in way, so I gave up and saidnn(Alright)nSo now I do what I can, I'mn(Alright)nStand up like Mama raised men(Alright)nI was dope from the bottomnAnd pulled a flushnI've been livin with my chips all innAnd I'm still in seenn[Chorus]nnI am P.O.S.nI be the new generation of slavesnHere to make papes off this land corporation's rapenFrom that life I'm tryin' to separatenBut I guess I'm livin' dreams cuz my rent's always a month latennAnd lookin' back it seems I've always been a step behindnLittle off-track and feelin' no one shared a frame but minenListenin' to records in my room to escapenFound some things I could relate with, I wore out the tapenWe saidnnWhen I lose, every time I win, cuznNo one will ever be,nMessin' up stuff or doin' things wrongnQuite like menn[Chorus: x2]