F. Society

Don't turn on the tv, I'm tired of all this foolishness I can't watch the news, so full of all this bullshit What am I to do with this? The media made 'em lose focus Shit, and you say you don't believe in hypnosis? Take a look at the crime rate & peep how it escalates People dying everyday behind some stupid shit they say Yeah I know it's sick to say, but somebody gotta do it Speak the truth to the light, and show 'em the way to it And show 'em the way through it The sun shines after rainfall But some of y'all still choose to live congruent Like a school full of students disregarding the principle Repeating the same grade & wanna blame the principal Yeah, this the shit they do, lying to themselves, fool Life is a test, dude & sometimes it's stressful Keep your eyes on the prize & watch God will bless you to become successful But since I can't help you, you say... F*ck society & what they have to say Cause I'm a do this shit my way, all day Till the casket drop & God takes me away Etched on my tombstone, it'll say If this is One Nation, Under God Then tell me why them more than half of my niggas Locked behind bars? Without a cause & without a care And without a lawyer, which means they'll probably die in there! Shit, I'm growing gray hairs And I barely reached 30 But I'm old enough to know the world is cold & even dirty Cut my mic up, cuz I don't think they heard me Man, cut me up some more! Flows sick, I need surgery! I know you've heard of the Brown Bag Special It seems the bigger BBS, lead to better BDS, huh! That's radio spins in case you didn't know But hey, before I go could you please listen to my demo You say, before I hear your flow I'm a need me some doe! Well please lead me to the door Cause this ain't no bakery, bro! Pimp, I run these tracks What kind of trick you take me for My budget kind of thick But payola, I'm too big for so... F*ck society & what they have to say Cause I'm a do this shit my way, all day Till the casket drop & God takes me away Etched on my tombstone, it'll say Check my flow, it's more polished than yours will ever be But poli-tricks in this game is making it Hell, you see! F*ck a job! It's hard enough to sell a CD! It ain't no secret, societies they eye on me Illuminati, what do I think of the whole thing? I'm enlightened a little, but yeah they up to something Universe's Riddle, will I leave to see my birthday? Or will an earthquake, forever seal my worst fate? Hell, I need to know! So before I see that cursed date Just let 'em know I put it down In the worst way, but till then... F*ck society & what they have to say