Larry's Son Video (MV)

My dad used to work third shift when I was in third grade Still came to most of my games
I found a picture of my classroom from that year Cooper Elementary, I still remember most of their names
My dad used to work a side gig at the funeral home I'd always go cause I was too young to be left alone
Can't remember when he started, I might've been six I've seen more dead bodies than I would like to admit
I learned early, live your life, this is all we get Hey, stop playing with mine
Write goals, think ahead, take one day at a time Don't get mad and lash out quick
You won't need pockets in your last outfit I know money isn't all there is
I see how you moving funny after all these years My dad taught me not to bite my peers
My dad taught me every now and then to bite my tongue My dad's story here has just begun
I made an album, this part of it wasn't even fun I'm bout to tell you what they told me back when I was young
They used to call me Larry Son
Where I'm from
They used to call me
Larry's son

This story felt completely unrelated but needs to be stated Why we acting like nobody racist
My dad grew up in Johnson County with segregation His freshman year of high school was when they integrated
I got a lot to say My dad got his house shot up by the KKK
Why we acting like nobody fake? Well half the people over 70 and 80 call us nigga daily
I knew Trump and Biden wouldn't save me Ain't a form of reparation you could even pay me
I'm only fourth generation from slavery Dad had me at 38 His granddad was born in 1903
I did the math and Biden might owe me Cause 1865 really ain't that far
I'm seeing how we got it now, it ain't that hard We used to run at night, had to follow a star
And now we run at night to the club and the bar When bottle service coming we ain't working tomorrow
My granddad didn't have to work that hard Compared to them we blessed just to be in the rat race
My granddad was really round with niggas in blackface Used to work the fields on the farm, my dad too
Primed tobacco over the summer they had to It wasn't a joke Nowadays we complain and working remote
They would die to hit the polls, you don't even vote Shorties die to hit the polls, niggas selling dope
I left the altar call, said the preacher selling hope I read the bible for myself, now I'm getting old
Then I started paying tithes, now I'm making more Then I gave it all to God and he took control
Then he take it off my mind, I can let it go I leave it on the pad when I let you know
They used to call me Larry Son, now I'm grown