“White Boy” is the 5th track off of Cersia’s debut extended play “Graveyard”. The first track ever to be teased for the project, it is one of the most highly praised songs on the EP. Cersia raps about not wanting to be painted as a “white boy” rapper and how many white people have got it easy in lif...
[Verse 1]
I couldn’t tell you my story in millions of hours
The weight of growing on welfare checks or the way to power
I couldn’t help it I grew to rap and this way I counter
The pain amounting, it does account for the way I’m outing
My own arouse, didn’t come from counts of grandma’s allowance
It came from balance between all the bounties and prowess
We learn to be stronger without the endowments, allows us
To be the most powerful, loudest, and now, they don’t drown us
I came around to be painted out as “suburban white boy”
I made a vow to be paid and out of the bourbon, my toys
Consist of boards and a microphonе and I’m torn between
Writing my wars or wanting awards and sorts and I might just be
Nevеr my peak, but I rap with more than a fallacy, the lord is out for me
Or whatever power there ought to be
Only for malice, Odin opens up and he’s swallowing
Hope he’s allowing me to get up again and be proudly
Ready to live this life forward, if I promise to never
Not once, notice my past, ‘cause who’s gonna
Cut me some slack, I don’t fucking think that I’m black
‘Cause I grew up around a hood, and I spent all my time with rap
[Chorus]
White boy
You're a white boy
White boy
You're a white boy
[Verse 2]
Never had no other reason to be the fiendest
I’m mean and I keep it steaming, for reasons I shouldn’t speak on
Let you know that I’m doing this not for money or freedoms
There’s lots of honey and bees in the field I walk through with demons
Tell what I’m thinking, 10 seconds, enough of the secrets
Keeping communities when everything’s fucking leaning
As safe and immune to even anything you can think that’s
Dangerous, like a gang war, shootings, drugs, or way more
Mental penitentiary spawned from my elementary
Pencil bending, my entry with pens is quite complimentary
It’s reglementary how I write, I’m the centerpiece
Render this testamentary of skill, well it better be
It only came from the lessons taught from my family
Momma’s gone, she abandoned me, dad was taking all care of me
Turned to rap ‘cause I felt like I mattered, I started battling
Beats, and abracadabra, I’m speaking up for what’s mattering
[Chorus]
White boy
You're a white boy
White boy
You're a white boy
[Verse 3]
I’m not fronting an act, my privilege is manipulative
Tends to be teaching me how to react
If I only knew that I came from nothing good in the past
I would never have ever been so hard on myself and after
The fact of the matter is dad stayed for me, I’m really grateful
But held me back, got kicked out of grandma’s attic
I’m thankful I didn’t turn to an addict and made it out
Of a broken place I was clowned, and got beaten into the ground for
Nothing more than my differences, crack a dish when I’m pissed
In school, I often dreamt when I sat in class of basic division
I never listened, thinking up ways to taste vengeance
Filling up syringes with no contingence, no more of this prison
Shit only stemmed from the poor conditions that forced a tension
Living in tents and, living intensive, not enough tens or
No retirement plans but, the plane soured, so no more plain sores
‘Cause of course I came forward
[Chorus]
White boy
You're a white boy
White boy
You're a white boy