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(Now, think about your life right now and how it's going for you CaliberBeats.com I mean, how's it going? Is it going well? Is it going bad? I mean, are you working all the time? Are you not having any fun? Are you, uh, missing out? Uh, is there passion in your life or are you just going through the motions?) Uh, yo, and I constantly get hate But, up inside the game The hypocrisy is raised We went from real music to Broccoli being played Yo, 'Pac would be disgraced If he knew the music changed Is it me, or is it just a phony? Following the orders of what the system has told me Low key, I don't wanna live life lonely But, every girl f*cked me over with one of my homies Man, so what you know about anxiety? Popping pills to stop the pills to struggle with it quietly How am I supposed to raise a child in this society Knowing damn well he's gonna toss away sobriety? 'Cause I did and shit, I'm only seventeen Thought of myself as nothin', but seen happiness ain't guarantee Living a life that is a bear bare with the misery Y'all don't know the half of what depression really did to me Staying up at night, wondering if I was good enough They said I'm the bomb, if it's true, then I would erupt Obviously not, 'cause I stopped where I shouldn't of Honestly I'm not a God, the problem is we look above But, what if God shared the Earth with the humans And seen every tactical method that we're abusin' And heard every lyrical melody in our music To learn more about the human brain than what we're losin' They always said that Satan had a lot of tricks So, what if Satan's God and he taught us how to live? Yo, that would mean that right is wrong And all along, we've been praisin' The wrong God and thrown into Hell's pit, so shit Yo, that's my high mind talkin' Dead man walkin' Livin' life while in the coffin I'll never sell out just to make a f*cking profit These autotune rappers sounding like the Stephen Hawkin I got a statement that is kinda hypothetic The rhyme is good, but how you rhyme's pathetic Yo, I don't get it, on how you even made it this far While mumbling with pitch corrections, never spitting a bar Yo, I'm a young rapper, with the mind of a zone So f*ck a label, I can do it better when I'm alone 'Cause if I sign, then I'll turn my f*cking passion to stone I don't need a team of eight just for my rapping to grow It's like all that I've known Has vanished into the air But, I've been dealing with pain So all my lyrics compare To all the real f*cking tragedies that happened this year So, find your passion instead of smoking' and sippin' a beer
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