CULTural

Man it's all CULTural Yeah it's all CULTural Man it's all CULTural It's all CULTural Yeah it's all CULTural Man it's all CULTural Yeah it's all CULTural Police shouting, knocking at my door when I'm kicking it Always on my fucking back, like I'm weighting them Thinking I'm a dopeman out there selling it Only thing I'm sellin' is some hope in this living hell Homie look at your fam and tell me that we living well Sittin' in your living room, I bet your ass you cannot tell How and where these youths are dying in some prison cells Raise your voice even if it means them sending you to hell Left wing or right wing Pinkos or nazis Extremists, fascists, lefties or centrists They all lose their creed in the process Making dollars make them lose sense of progress Different speech But same application Censorship in either situation This is deep? You should hear the rest of my songs For now I'm sticking to kicking and rhyming And changing the world on this beat as I'm singing along Man it's all CULTural Yeah it's all CULTural Man it's all CULTural It's all CULTural Yeah it's all CULTural Man it's all CULTural Yeah it's all CULTural Yo so I wanna say goodbye y'all Cuz I've been livin' cycle This whole life ain't no fun yo I put my hand on the Bible And swear to always be rightful And to always be thoughtful But I always end up being a beast in the nightfall How could I ever be faithful if my prayers are not answered? Guess I gotta be grateful and find a purpose that I can serve I just gotta find the right words Cuz I ain't the one you have heard I guess that's just us humans, we don't know what we are worth That's why I wake up at five While you sleeping on your bed I be hitting the heavy bag, always a couple rounds ahead They say "you crazy doin' this" "Why you torturing yourself like that ?" I'm putting my body and mind to work Cuz ain't no power that can surpass that You may see me as a young man But my mind is getting old and Our livings are not right man But who am I to talk? I'm just a worm in a bird's nest That's where you're wrong You is a branch in my long maze Half Persian and half French Wanna hate you fuckin' jakesh? I pull up on you with a hand wrench To open the truth that y'all fake Man y'all fake, look at your snakes, they all fake I worked my ass to live - While y'all bitches where on breaks, working parte "Dariush what you doing here?" "Man this ain't y'o shit" "Rap ain't your domain" Wait 'till I pull up with my fucking pen Y'all don't wanna hear this Y'all just wanna hear tic toc, time's up, chit chat, shit talk Man hold up I was the one they hit hard Not you, not all y'all bitches So why do you still talk? It was my blood that got spilled My ink that got spilled My dream that got real While y'all were living large So why do I hear talkin'?