Like Coleman Young - Dogmatic

Detroit is where I grew up, My teacher said I’d always be a screw up

cause niggas kept asking me to hold that.

Nigga 12 years old with a dope sack,

Im on my bmx bike Im serving up fiends Morning Noon and Night,

The tempa cold, fingers turning funny colors, a kid a baby boy out of 4

brothers.

You couldnt tell me momma didnt love us, cause every night she was out looking

for me.

Walking up 8-mile getting gully, with a pistol in her bra like «where my son?»

cause daddy left a long time ago and my 2 older bros been out the door

I geuss thats what made a young nigga grow so fast imma full flesh young drone.

Im like a hood song intro with the pain and the plessure fuck it give me more.

I geuss i was made for long suffering in Detroit, I wanna be like Coleman Young.

Shit who dont wanna be great, gotta huste man keep something on my plate.

Like Coleman Young.

I wanna be like Coleman Young.