Give The Youth Hope
Yo, I step up to the mic, let me channel what I feel, This mainstream circus turning art into a deal, Sold our culture for some likes and a couple dollar bills, But the message in the music’s what’s giving kids the chills. See, every track’s about a gun, body count and street pride, Teaching youth to disrespect women—call that a G ride? Nah, I see sisters as queens, not trophies or a prey, But your beats just preach “fuck ‘em,” laugh then you walk away. How you think our future looks when the chorus is a crime? Hearing “money, guns, bitches”... on the radio, prime time. Lit the fuse in a classroom, set the tone for the block, Menace to society molded by TikTok. I’m tired of the lies, and the violence that you inherit, Making every young homie chase a ghost for his merit. Can’t build a real legacy when the foundation is broken If the only dream you sell comes with cuffs or a token. It’s time for a change, yo, a message and a vision, let's Give the youth hope, let ‘em see past their division. Let ‘em know there’s power in their minds voices and their choices, Not just iced-out wrists in the mix, but empowered voices. Dreamers and engineers, poets and angel investors, Not just stick-up kids and pharmaceutical testers. Every child is a diamond, let's put their minds to the test, They can climb to the summit, yeah let's inspire the rest. So I spit for the ones still lost in the mist, Drowning out the noise with a clenched-up fist— But listen up, listen close: you can be more than the system, Don’t let your ambition turn into submissions becoming another victim to the system Let’s change the damn station, rewrite the whole script, Trade drugs for degrees, hollow clips for scholarships. We got the power in the pen, the revolutions in the rhyme— Let’s inspire the next gen, it’s the call of our time.
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Yo, I step up to the mic, let me channel what I feel, This mainstream circus turning art into a deal, Sold our culture for some likes and a couple dollar bills, But the message in the music’s what’s giving kids the chills. See, every track’s about a gun, body count and street pride, Teaching youth to disrespect women—call that a G ride? Nah, I see sisters as queens, not trophies or a prey, But your beats just preach “fuck ‘em,” laugh then you walk away. How you think our future looks when the chorus is a crime? Hearing “money, guns, bitches”... on the radio, prime time. Lit the fuse in a classroom, set the tone for the block, Menace to society molded by TikTok. I’m tired of the lies, and the violence that you inherit, Making every young homie chase a ghost for his merit. Can’t build a real legacy when the foundation is broken If the only dream you sell comes with cuffs or a token. It’s time for a change, yo, a message and a vision, let's Give the youth hope, let ‘em see past their division. Let ‘em know there’s power in their minds voices and their choices, Not just iced-out wrists in the mix, but empowered voices. Dreamers and engineers, poets and angel investors, Not just stick-up kids and pharmaceutical testers. Every child is a diamond, let's put their minds to the test, They can climb to the summit, yeah let's inspire the rest. So I spit for the ones still lost in the mist, Drowning out the noise with a clenched-up fist— But listen up, listen close: you can be more than the system, Don’t let your ambition turn into submissions becoming another victim to the system Let’s change the damn station, rewrite the whole script, Trade drugs for degrees, hollow clips for scholarships. We got the power in the pen, the revolutions in the rhyme— Let’s inspire the next gen, it’s the call of our time.
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