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Looking for inspiration
So I lose myself in the music,
As long as it is real sh**
Can't stand the radio rift
Where all the words start sounding the same
Wish I could get rich quick
By trying to pass nonsense
As lyrics
Urban kids take witness
To the studio fame
Teaching them that it's not about talent
It's about making a name
They don't understand
There is a high price to pay
I'm seeking inspiration
That will uplift my soul
Like I said
It's not something I'll find
On the radio
There is no excuse
For what the industry has become-
But I'm holding on tight to my knowledge
Because there is nowhere to run
When I was young
Hip hop was a culture
Now it is a gate
Opening its doors
In order to create
A falsified place
Where women hail men as ultimate kings
They all claim to wear crowns
But there is nothing to see
Could it be
That the inspiration is lost?
We don't realize that even money costs
So before you begin to make riches
You brag about being "THE BOSS"
Young men
Pull your pants up
Your swag is outdated
Your jeans are faded
How about working for a change?
Getting out there and pulling your weight
Or is the nine to five too difficult to face?
You have two kids
And one on the way
But you say you are prepared
With no place to stay
Ladies,
Don't even get me started!
I have made my observations from up close
I see you spending more money on your looks
Than on baby clothes
Fu**!
Your belly is big
You can't hide your "mistake"
The man that promised you a ring
Is out on the streets
You're too miserable to care about anything
Too busy worried about the night he had
So you get your nails done
By taking back your new diaper bag
What kind of sh** is that?
Take some responsibility!
I'm ashamed of this generation
And what we have come to be
I realize we all have a path
I'm destined to mine
How do we make changes
In such little time?
