Young Boy

Based on appearance, I'm not one to get one way too many greetings
Cause I don't look like I could be the good guy
"How did they get it?" "They must've stole it"
Mama works twice as hard, they don't even realise
It's never "they worked for it", never congratulations
No more credit for creations and imagination
I gotta beg for it, I gotta ask for it
And when we're singing, they like to shut down all our celebrations

"But what does he know? He's only seventeen?"
When no one listens, I can promise I get very mean
But what does he know? He's still a young boy
I'm tired of told of what I should avoid

He's still a young boy

They calling me now disrespectful cause I won't be disrespected
"Walkover" if I don't have opinions
I was 15 with three tracks out, events, radio interviews
Not one to flex but here's my validation

I'll speak about anything
There's no one out there like me
Let me show you how us coloured boys speaks English
We're strong and hardworking
Love and respect ladies
Also, get out of here if you're "humophobic"

"He's still in high school? Oh, shame he's so young"
But I got into the same party that you did
"Look how he walks, he's probably so gay"
Are the same ones asking me how much I get paid

He's still a young boy

My mother told me if I want to be iconic, I have to start being myself
She told me there's much more to life than pride, awards, clothes, and wealth
She told me that it's ironic that I try to please everyone else
But when I'm unhappy, scared or frustrated, I don't even open my mouth

You see my whole squad is girls
And I'm just trying to please the world
Trying to show that I'm just one of the guys
I'm not the average type
Cause I do what I like
Didn't know that being myself would mean labels

"But what does he know? He's only seventeen?"
When no one listens, I can promise I get very mean
But what does he know? He's still a young boy
I'm tired of told of what I should avoid