I Heard Heard a lot of y'all talking but i keep praying That you don't keep talking about that money that you switch up the game forget about the money and the fame Start talking about some real shit, that I vibe to it and just chill shit, I nod my head and understand where you coming from you know that real shit It seems far fetched these days that a rapper can make it big with having something to actually say until then I just pray that this I wanna sounds like him music shit ends and we go back to the roots The roots that brought us this game The story that tells all your trials and tribulations, which then form your real reputation, not this fake ima banger you close the door and turn out to be a folding clothes hanging your coat hangers type of nigga Swearing you got money to hang with jigga, all eyes on you just waitin for your slip up that moment you try to run but then just trip up, look at your watch your time is up guess it's time to fill the cup, have another drink that fakeness has brought you to the brink a heavy load you're starting to sink Either I'm blind or I'm death I just don't get it,why does everyone think these 8 second rappers are the next big thing they startin to fake accents now telling us we don't have to worry bout a ting, if that's not bad enough everyone now a days swears they can sing, what ever happened to originality that take your sole and open your minds eye to reality a life changing experience now this is getting serious, Legends never die, emotions never die, ideas never die so why? Do I feel like I'm bringing roses to a funeral, dressed in all black, we back hoping it gets resurrected listen to this or reject it, it's all the same to me. Just writing out my thoughts a daily regimen, my words are armed and ready so send them in We follow these stars like an army without purpose, up until their darkness surfaces Can't judge because I was caught up in it too The false illusion that was spoon fed to me too Done with that course eating something different now, if I said I didn't miss it I'd be looked at as a liar now Music is power, power is music without struggle there can be no progress, at least that's what I've heard But why is it I've gained all the struggle yet I still can't move forward, guess it's an answer I'll have to learn. A young Denzel so wish me well; publicized figure that you can sell, will he survive? No one can tell, trapped in a corner looked at as a foreigner but just like any other nigga....nah foreal tho I'm just like any other nigga