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Sainvil – Boxed In Lyrics

Boxed In By Sainvil

They say the youth is so lost when
The shape of the world keep us boxed in
They killing us off so often
So tell me what the fuck is our options? (Oh, oh)
They say the youth is so lost when
The shape of the world keep us boxed in
They killing us off so often
So tell me what the fuck is our options? (Oh, oh)

I can’t protect you girl, know what you doing
This world we cruising, is built for losing
I can’t protect you girl, know what you doing
This world we cruising, is built for losing

They say the youth is so lost when
The shape of the world keep us boxed in
They killing us off so often
So tell me what the fuck is our options? (Oh, oh)
They say the youth is so lost when
The shape of the world keep us boxed in
They killing us off so often
So tell me what the fuck is our options? (Oh, oh)

Your hands in the air use to mean your at a party
I use to only worry ’bout a shawty
But now I gotta worry bout a shotty, you got it, huh?
Your hands in the air use to mean you at a party (Shit)
I use to only worry bout a skirt
But now I gotta worry ’bout the *siren noise*

They say the youth is so lost when
The shape of the world keep us boxed in
They killing us off so often
So tell me what the fuck is our options? (Oh, oh)
They say the youth is so lost when
The shape of the world keep us boxed in
They killing us off so often
So tell me what the fuck is our options? (Oh, oh)

I can’t protect you girl, know what you doing
This world we cruising, is built for losing
I can’t protect you girl, know what you doing
This world we cruising, is built for losing (Yeah, uh)

If I die from police ’cause I had no ID, would you go out and speak for me, huh?
Would you march in the street? Would you talk for a week?
Is that all I’ma seek for me, huh?
I wear my heart on my sleeve and I’m glad to say it
Take the clothes off the truth, ain’t no fabricated
You got my thoughts in a box, while my mind in a cage
See the blood of the city, when I slide down the blade
What I gotta do to—
What I gotta do to win, huh?
Let me get a look, let me see it through your lens, uh
Tell me why the world’ll never view me as a friend, uh?
Tell me why the world don’t see the beauty in my skin?
I ain’t never had a—
I ain’t never had a choice, uh
How we grown men still running from the boys?
How you hate my tone? I don’t even got a voice
How I need a job when the devil’s still employed? I don’t get it

Your hands in the air use to mean your at a party
I use to only worry ’bout a shawty
But now I gotta worry bout a shotty, you got it, huh?
Your hands in the air use to mean you at a party (Shit)
I use to only worry bout a skirt
But now I gotta worry ’bout the *siren noise*

They say the youth is so lost when
The shape of the world keep us boxed in
They killing us off so often
So tell me what the fuck is our options? (Oh, oh)
They say the youth is so lost when
The shape of the world keep us boxed in
They killing us off so often
So tell me what the fuck is our options? (Oh, oh)

I can’t protect you girl, know what you doing
This world we cruising, is built for losing
I can’t protect you girl, know what you doing
This world we cruising, is built for losing