yhhshhMan, I hate rap, but if the shoe fits wear it I’ve become a freak of nature all the kids stare at Who walk around bumpin’ Raw with the shit blarin’ saying fuck school and droppin’ out like a miscarriage I’m embarrassed, and I’m ashamed I played a part in this devilish game makin’ your common sense perish But I ain’t taking the full blame ’cause most of you chumps runnin’ around here ain’t never had strict parents. All of your brain cells rottin’ from weed. You feelin’ like if you ain’t got it life’s not as complete You havin’ sex with every motherfucking body you see, with a past so dark that Satan’d jump out of his seat. But still you out in these streets thinking you hot as can be, without the knowledge to lead so you just follow the sheep Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean, while your favorite rapper’s like “Yeah, he got it from me.” You’ve been brainwashed by a fake life that you’re used to livin’. When I say the word fun What do you envision? Probably drinkin’ and smokin’ out with your crew and chillin’ with clueless women you tryin’ to bang, bumpin’ New Edition Is that all you think life really is? Well if so then you’re a fuckin’ idiot I honestly feel like grabbing your head and hitting it. Matter of fact you don’t even deserve a brain give me it! Do you even have any goals aside from bagging these hoes and packing a bowl? Well let me guess, No You’re only in school because your parents make you go and all you do is play beer pong and hang out with your bros Yo society’s got you living for wack cause you’re a fucking adult with no skills at all! You don’t read any books or play ball You don’t draw you literally do nothing at all! Still you fiend for the glamorous fruits you don’t have, cause’ you idolize rappers that do And all they say is “I got money and it’s stacked to the roof.” And now you think it’s gon’ magically just happen to you? How? Your lazy ass don’t commit to labor. You pick something up, try it out, then put it down two minutes later Then you complain about your life ’cause it ain’t getting catered now whoever tries to call you on your bullshit’s a hater? You want to succeed you have to try Or one day, you’ll get older and regret it all ’cause you can’t provide. Your friends are lowlifes don’t act surprised look just cut the bad fruit off of the tree, make the sacrifice. Girls stop acting like you want a guy with traits like Romeo, bitch that’s the fucking lie. You always talk about how every man’s fake and you can’t take it and you want something real shut up tramp, save it! Twice a week you put on your makeup and damn bracelets and head to the club half naked with your ass shaking Pulling a low-life nigga who claim he cash-makin’ ’till you let him hit and find out he work at the gas station. One of the them niggas got you pregnant, and you can’t raise it, but you caused it your actions made a fat statement You want Romeo, then act patient and stop frontin’ like he in the club posted in the back waitin’. It’s the club, where guys put on a new persona after they get loaded with a few Corona’s They always shoutin’ and wild out with habits that very few condone of then they look for beautiful brainless bitches like you to bone ’em. then when they leave you, you cry and cry, talking about “Oh my God. I can’t find a guy I’ve spent so many years and I’ve tried and tried. Why am I even on Earth? I should die!” You want Romeo you’re not worthy. You’re cock thirsty. You’re nasty and probably got herpes Sometimes the secret to finding is to stop searching. Try a new formula ’cause your last ones not working. The term “real nigga” is publicly used And I need to know what it means cause I’m fucking confused Are you one? For always busting your tool with nothing to lose there’s something to prove to homies up in your crew? Is it because you’re selling drugs to get loot and brag about how you done been shot and stabbed like it’s fun to be you? But your life’s a struggle, right, and you just hustlin’ through? Nah you hamster ass nigga you just stuck in a loop. Man, why do black people gotta be the only ones who can’t evolve? ‘Cause you in the streets acting like a neanderthal It’s clear you can’t stand the law you’re lost as an abandoned dog and all you’re interested in is fighting, rapping, and basketball I can’t even fuck up cause if we out in public you’re gonna get caught stealin’ some shit and get my ass in trouble, too You’ll get old and be nothing! Living life in these streets thuggin; and starting shit with anybody mean-muggin’. “Look at you, a real nigga thinkin’ your life’s cool. Girls used to turn me down for guys who were like you. Till you grab they heart and shove a spearhead right through. Then they regret it because it wasn’t the right move. Your “real nigga” talk seems bogus. A real nigga don’t brag about being real as long as he knows it. And his future doesn’t seem hopeless. A real nigga stays out of jail handles shit and he keeps focused. To all you rappers who’s soul is out in the wrong, you inspired the issue I wrote about in this song. You go to prowl on the young who roam around in the slums See this is what happens when rap is overcrowded with bums. Hope the hour is long when I’m rollin’ out with your tongue. The man above is my guide, you know the power is strong All you menacin’ freaks are only in it for cheese, and the mass control limit was breached, fuck hip-hop! They only in it for cheese And any eyewitness can see they purposely making the innocent weak. My existence on this planet’s for you I ain’t only here to benefit me. Yo, we need to make a change while there’s still time It is hard and sometimes I struggle trying to reveal mine I can guide you if you feel blind. I just need you to be willing to journey into my ill mind.