My Black T’s

My black T has a picture of the Syd

Makes me talented as a Shining Diamond

Yet he passed away the “Madcap Laughter”

Still echoing under my black T shirt…

My black T is torn, worn and dirty

You never know how I admire it deeply

But for me, the my black T is always new

Always clean and shining glamorous

My black T is not a white dress for a life time

Costs only twenty K, not sacrifices millions 

Though it is priceless for me or maybe more and more

But others do not care it as their fate

My black T is ramshackle and old

You never feel how warm it is for me

I feel hot with my black T, while others freezing

In cold or wet in the rain

My black T doesn’t smell with perfume but cigarettes

Makes me masculine but not a fancy chick

Picture of Syd on high, with shaggy hair

Perfect smug for my entire life forever

My black T is not for odds, dulls or so

You never fit in it but me and my soul

My black T shirt, it is only my black t-shirt

It is only my black t-shirt x 2

Gambino