[Verse 1: Micah Bournes]
I was young and black
A gangsta rapper's all I wanna be
That's what happen when you
Born and raised up in the LBC
Bumpin' out Snoop and Dr Dre
Kurupt and Nate and Warren G
Momma and Daddy was the strictest
So I didn't run the streets
Still I got addicted to lyricists
Crippin' on the sickest beats
Any message they was spittin'
Was the slickest thing to me
Never get twisted ghettos exist
Because of white supremacy
But I gotta call these gifted MCs
To accountability
There is a difference 'tween
Reflecting oppressive realities
And glorifyin' the tragedies
Makin' our people bleed
I did not care for truth
Unless the beat was knockin' too
And hip-hop was the vehicle
That got my thinkin' out the sewer
A DM from a youngin'
Say he grew up on my music
That's why I fill these melodies
With knowledge hope and trueness
For every rapper puppet
Jive and shuckin' like a clown
Prop and Bournes they spit dat gourmet
Refusin' to dumb it down
[Chorus - Micah Bournes]
I do it for dope boys
I do it for hoop dreams
I do it for church boys
Who never run in the streets
For brothas in the burbs
Spittin' bars makin' beats
I do it for black boys
I do it for young me
I do it for rollin' 20s
I do it for insane
I do it for the babies
And homies who don't bang
I do it for the brothers
Growin' up in Long Beach
I do it for black boys
I do it for young me

[Verse 2: Propaganda]
Yeah I was creepin' with them vatos
On them streets of S.G.V
Jason Rojas said "no more Slick Rick
You now rock Eazy-E"
Roll with me, you finna learn and see
This who you 'pose to be
Carried all that until I learned how to rap
When we moved out to the I.E
Tres Puntos, Rep West Coast
That’s my responsibility
Till my OG Ronnie Robles put me on to graffiti
This hit different
How’d I missed it
Clack clack ksss ksss
Now I’m addicted
We would listen to Project Blowed
Aceyalone changed my mission
Gave me a chance
Showed me some options
Made my imagination grow
I make music for the crew of kids
Who really just don’t know
This where we live
This where we from
This how it goes
We ain't dumb
We ain't done, either
Write this for the young me
[Chorus: Micah Bournes]
I do it for dope boys
I do it for hoop dreams
I do it for church boys
Who never run in the streets
For brothers in the burbs
Spittin' bars makin' beats
I do it for black boys
I do it for young me
I do it for rollin 20's
I do it for insane
I do it for the babies
And homies who don't bang
I do it for the brothers
Growin' up in Long Beach
I do it for black boys
I do it for young me

[Outro: Micah Bournes]
Young me check me out
Homie you should be so proud
'Cause you grew into a man
And you became a rapper now
Young me, check me out
Homie you should be so proud
'Cause you never gave up on the future
You was dreamin' bout
Young me, check me out
Homie you should be so proud
'Cause you grew into a man
And you became a rapper now
Young me, check me out
Homie you should be so proud
'Cause you never gave up on the future
You was dreamin' bout