I used to wanna be like them be in the rap game
Then the rap game got lame
my favorite rappers either dead or we eye to eye
Which is why i despise these kinda guys
Born into the era of the stream
Born into the era where we share within machines
Ghosts in the shell
The American dream been
Burning out the soul of what was therapy to me
Seen things type scary to believe
We seen death before we seen our teens
We thought cops couldn’t hear our screams
And out the ashes rose this hip hop thing
Guess yall must forgot
Everybody ain’t just in it for the glory
Some of us really in it for the story and the hope in a world of hopelessness this afforded me
When the walls was closing in there was a door to be
More than the system planned for you know
Resourcefully
Another black boy in the hood poor
Hits different when you hear the world is yours
Feels different when you listening to c.r.e.a.m knowing cash ruined everything
About me
Tho I’d refuse to abuse your endorsement brodie pointed out the saddest part we could’ve joined forces
But Instead went and lead Trojan horses and ignored the ones that’s destroying ya own fortresses
You’ll learn
You’ll crash you’ll burn see the importance in it
Whether will or won’t isn’t your concern
Question is will they welcome your return in it
Upon death
Transcend the industry and what’s left
(Vice)
And his forsaken advice
Just this once think twice
Poking the bear unaware this the poltergeist
it’s aight