Trapped

You trapped Trapped in the work Trapped in a swamp, full of dirt Trapped in the back of the hearse Trapped in the words of the verse Trapped in the vision  Trapped in the man's television  Trapped tryna tell a vision Still I'm living Still I'm living Trapped tryna work around setbacks  Flashback to that young kid with a backpack Fifteen tryna make around his raps Now how about that Breaking out that mentality that do not have to be Reading bout my mortality while I'm smoking trees See you on your knees You been trapped Trapped into wasting potential  Trapped into thinking you mental Trapped now why you here for How much you gon' sell that cross and crescent for How many times you gon' criss and cross before You realise you in a prison Of your demise and ain't no vision And conjugals more communal Can't keep to yourself can't heed stampedes Coming at you at the speed of a million steeds  While this ego that you feed is just filling needs Got you higher than this weed That's making my eyes bleed And perceive that I'm able to achieve in a week Even more than you believe in this reality  You too busy chasing salaries Too busy being trapped by the powers that be Trust me, I ain't even trying man see I just do me Been a G ever since I learned my ABCs Recognise that the best thing in life are free But that's a vision that you ain't ready to see And you are not the person you appear to be These similes equivalent to DMT Kick in the door like I'm B.I.G And I'm here for the currency And it don't matter if it's USD or if it's LBP Now let it breathe Yeah motherfucker See you trapped motherfucker How 'bout that motherfucker See you trapped trapped trapped trapped Yeah motherfucker See you trapped motherfucker How 'bout that motherfucker See you trapped trapped trapped trapped Been out here for like 24 summers Tears in my eyelids, violence done up Vibrant, on a very obvious come up Violate, time to vibrate run up   The volatile, golden child Versatile, ever since I was a juvenile Ultra violet, shining in the dark Where the kids don't care to play they part Where we got no place to play in parks Just a pretty pricey place to park Walk the pavement, pay the price a pulse An arm, a leg, and then again your heart The people loud, and politics ensure The people down, and all of this a plot To take the plot, and plant their crops But money trees don't grow in the dark That's why you trapped That's why you trapped you little bitch That's why you trapped you little Yeah motherfucker See you trapped motherfucker How 'bout that motherfucker See you trapped trapped trapped trapped Yeah motherfucker See you trapped motherfucker How 'bout that motherfucker See you trapped trapped trapped trapped