Choose to Be Happy

Don't make me sad I really want to be happy I choose to be happy Don't make me sad I really want to be happy I choose to be happy They say misery loves company I say if you don't like my music don't pump me You can't take my joy away I see you analyzing every word I say In the end you can't hate me I keep it positive a message for everybody so the kids can live In a world with so much pain So many people killing for their self gain I'm just trying to live and express my heart Everybody's not talkin about sex and body parts I refuse to become another weapon of Babylon In the back of my mind I know where I come from So don't become complacent with self glorified metaphors and inaccurate computation Yeah I choose to be happy My hair is nappy Sometimes I get snappy Ask your pappy I'm not ashamed it's not a game Realness is the claim motivation from me I know you've become accustomed to the industry Mainstream has become so lame Crooked media is to blame Don't make me sad I really want to be happy I choose to be happy Don't make me sad I really want to be happy I choose to be happy Yeah it was tight when you could turn on the radio and hear real songs Lyrics about love coming up and how to stay strong Music about being happy Of course after the man got a hold of it It got crappy Straight shot to the brain I hope my deliveries on point so you can listen to what I'm saying Straight slap in the face Went from african americans to the black race Today mainstream radio is a trap just a bunch of mumble rap I'm so high got my bag on my side My pants hang to my thighs Pop these pills so I won't cry My girl butt is wide Look at her and die While we bopping our heads look another brother dead I guess Life goes on Look another brother in prison ain't coming home My son is only twelve why is he singing these songs There's no time to waste no delaying Stop playing Don't make me sad I really want to be happy I choose to be happy Don't make me sad I really want to be happy I choose to be happy The game has changed No more knowledge on the struggle and pain A pandemic of ignorance self centered boasting fame I'm tired of seeing my people fall for the same thing Staying high to avoid the pain Someone please explain Why we not preparing the next generation to avoid the same pitfalls we fell for In this wicked corporation Yeah they need to know about going to prison or should I say back to the plantation Filling the pockets of the wicked why they locked up incarceration Genocide of the great nation We need our real kings and queens no imitation I'm going to rock it on out to jazz This four minute song went by to fast Don't make me sad I really want to be happy I choose to be happy Don't make me sad I really want to be happy I choose to be happy