Worlds Fake Not Me
Clever, Talented, and real my rhymes just swifter
Ain't got no muscle but i'm still a bra lifter
Fed up so that weed going straight to my lungs
Rappin like i'm black so they want me hung
Maybe i'm like this cuz the world just cold
Hard to hope when everyone around you folds
So when I bust my rhymes they listen cuz i got soul
Style a mix of eminem, 2pac, and J cole
So i got the venom, the rhythm, and the message
The real crime is judging a man by how he dresses.
Cuz the message i'm spreading aint bout bitches or jewelry
Showing you society's deception, corruption, and cruelty
Now I ain't nothing special just a member of the hopeless
my message spread passive aggressively like a stoner dopeless
Cuz I got a lot to prove before I kick the bucket
These cowards be mistaken if they take me for another puppet
Cant see the change comin then you better get some glasses
Cuz no society can survive through the denial of the masses
All of you throw at me the same cuz yall just clones
Don't know what to do when i start droppin bombs like i'm a drone
My mind completely removed from this greed driven drama
All these fake politicians got their own agendas even obama
This whole systems broken when there's only 2 teams
That's enough represent a whole nation's dreams?
But arming citizens is no way to restore the calm
What goods a gun gonna do if they drop a bomb
They say i'm just another disillusioned rebellious youth
Well ain't it pretty delusional to live on perception rather than truth
if money the root of all evil then why does it choose which sides superior
Cuz the more money they stack the more the truth becomes inferior.
So the next time they sell you their bullshit with the dollar bill
Remember the lesson you learned from your homie dhill
Copyright © Devin Hildebrand | Year Posted 2015
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