Dedicated to every black kid who grew up in the suburbs.

Everything reminding me of Palos hills
Those bad haircuts on them insufferable white kids
Maui & Sons t-shirts, households full of racists
I hate it. I feel the disgust infecting my platelets
Take it with a smile, crooked, full of abcesses
'cause you can't afford the dentist like those aforementioned white kids. 
Every time I stepped out I'm reminded that i'm different.
By default rejected 'cause i'm black and I'm autistic 

9953 S. Hill Terrace (x3) 
The cul-de-sac a monument to suburbs that we're trapped in. 

Commercials flashing on the screen of deep river water park, six flags, and DZ maybe even chuck-e-cheese.
All the kids would brag about vacations off to Disney. 
My family was broke and I think they tried to shield me
From people that would just treat me like I'm lesser than I should be. 
and little did I know the stares from Caucasians were ugly
Ridiculed and treated like I'm dirt and
Mama couldn't bear to see her child suffer abuses 

9953 S. Hill Terrace (x3)
The cul-de-sac a monument to suburbs that we're trapped in. 

From a world that didn't see color still pointing out the shades
While my father tried to brush my head to keep my hair in waves
I was only 6 thought I made a friendship, just to learn his daddy hated black kids. And I wasn't acknowledged, one day his relatives had come to play 
and me in all my ignorance tried to join them on that day. 
Introduced myself politely just like my mommy taught me just hear 
"oh, I know, you're the babysitter's offspring". 

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bridge:
Oooh, I tried to be like youuuu
I tried to walk like you, talk like you. Oooh

Oh youuuu, I tried to be like youuuu
I tried to walk like you, talk like you, but I would only get abused."

So now I'm grown and much better at masking
can manage multitasking, I'm just doin' the damn thing.
The reason that I have these skills is something I can't shake. 
Grew up 'round these people that taught me to hate my own race confirmed by bad experiences with the fellow black faces. 
Scarred and feeling like i wouldn't fit in black spaces. 
Eye twitching when a dog fucker calls me Oreo like it's okay... 
And the start of all this pain was living at that fuckin' place. 

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Palos Hills (9953 S. Hill Terrace)

1/2 of Wolf Helvetica Transwoman, singer, sometimes-rapper, mediocre guitarist, the person that ate all the churros, & bound to make my first million.

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