Hello, Lakisha

My name's Lakisha, named after my Dad
 His name's Lakostia, goes by Coz (that's his name)
 I go by "Kish" because it's shorter
 And, to me, a lot less obvious (not the same)
 At home, my momma, she calls me Kisha (Kisha)
 But at the school yard, there were a million (million)
 When I was young, I needed freedom
 And to feel I stood out in this world (too many girls)
 Just stand out
 When I was sixteen, I wanted money
 I put Lakisha on my resumé, how funny
 It was a joke, I found that nobody
 Would call me back because of it (oh, shit)
 Tell you the truth like when I moved to New York
 Nobody knew my name, I put my head down and worked
 Like two jobs at a time, learned to read between the lines
 I'll say I'm Kish on my resumé this time
 Meant to be named "India"
 After my greatest grandmother (that's her name)
 But someone had a baby first
 And the name was given right to her (what a shame)
 I'd probably end up a lot more conscious
 I'd burn some incense, I'd pray to rocks and
 It's hard to say who you would be
 If you were named after somebody else
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 But I feel guilty stereotyping
 Would have me leave it out of all and everything
 Some people like to assume different
 But in truth, I'm not a bit ashamed (it's my name)
 When I sign my signature
 It's with an "L" and never with a "K"
 You call me Kilo
 But Lakisha forever will be my name