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!"