Vitiligo

I grew up a young choir boy

Christian like Krizz, is like the last you ever think to pick a fight

Kids used to throw rocks at me

When the bus stops at me

How sis would come running out

"Leave my brother alone!", she would tell em

"I'm a kill em momma, if they send him home again yellin'

I'm a erase at least one of em from this place

I hated they make fun of him cause his face"

Go on and on, traveling on through adolescence

Teach em a lesson, carry a weapon

Cause that's the only way to keep em off of me

They teasin me awfully bad

Wish I could take of my mask and I'm asking my momma,

"Why you think the lord seen it fit to hit me with this?"

He could make a different Krizz, if he wanted to

Here's what I'm gonna do... I'm a tattoo my face and erase this:

This is Vitiligo

What kind of life is that for a boy who looks like this? (Famous)

Wanting to fit in this world, but it's just a wish

Pointing fingers, people whisper. Silhouette, of a lonely figure

(Where can he go?) Where can he hide? Livin' inside, of his Vitiligo

Save this... freak of... nature songbird... make his way from...

From the bottom all the way to the top

Even though he hated the way he painted, momma told me I can't stop

Cause no one cares, if anyone's watching

People stare, at Mr. Watson

But that never stopped him from coppin' the,

Vodkas, and was popular

It's over and shit

Colder the older it get

Sorry pop never made it to see his son be the great one

Escape from the place that definitely made him

Look what I did, I made a life, a wife, and a kid

People know me wherever I go:

This is Vitiligo

What kind of life is that for a boy who looks like this? (Famous)

Wanting to fit in this world, but it's just a wish

Pointing fingers, people whisper. Silhouette, of a lonely figure

(Where can he go?) Where can he hide? Livin' inside, of his Vitiligo

This, is Vitiligo... hold on...

"Here comes the drop! Here comes the drop! Oh shit!"