Now most of us could waste a whole lifetime

Doing shit we don't believe in
So I'm retrieving words
Of gold to expose my soul on the sheets
Combined with the beat of song  complete

To compete Nah
Cause most of you won't understand it
Taking this existance for granted
Never going after what you really want
Cause you ain't got the heart
So your life never starts to have meaning
Fiending for something to fill that void
Annoyed with the surroundings you picked
Cause they don't seem to fit your person
Rehearsing what they said would make you happy
Until you realized one day  Damn they trapped me
But who are they anyway  To tell you how to live
A college degree  then a career
The only decent way to raise kids
But I disagree  see I wasn't put here to make a living
My living makes me  so even if it takes me a lifetime
I'm write rhymes that I feel
Some shit for when I'm fired
That shit for when I'm chill
And even if I never make that ticket to a meal
I'll still be a success
Cause my purpose will have been filled

It came to me like a vision
The decision was all mine  combined with the fact
The lack of points on my GPA
Made a college hard to find
Walk a line into this world  of the so-called real
Never backed by a deal
So there was no desire to appeal
To the masses of those
Who seemed closed captioned
To the fractions of light
That glimmer in the dimmer night
Sight obscured  by this bullshit
We must endure
Pure thought caught before it can become manifest

Leaving us obsessed

With these objects that bring temporary joy
Decoys in the game just like these b-boys and fame
To get you to stop focus on the art
And start focusing upon making the charts
Not to start pointing fingers
Cause I had the benefit of learning from others mistakes
Those who helped make hip-hop what it is today
To go through the shit and cause me to say
What the f**k is the music business anyway

Paradox coca-cola commercials advertising dreadlocks

Government officials trying
To communicate with us through hip-hop
Which should only serve as a demonstration
That our generation holds control of this nation
But the creation of Hip-Hop Temples won't help

If the music don't stay up to par
So many rap superstars supernova

And just burn out
Get addicted to the cash then the label turn them out

I hadn't picked up the a in days  just been amazed
On how many motherf**kers

Actually think that this rhyming is a phase
Ain't ate a decent meal in days
So I guess that this dispels the rumors
That this rhyme shit pays
Nowadays  it seems MC means anybody
On the block who can make words rhyme
But I remember a time when I rapped
And no one noticed me
And now fools is blowing up
Off some third grade poetry
And it's a damn shame
That we let the game get so low
Where it's the dumbest
Motherf**kers representing hip-hop

Wherever you go
And these fools take pride in being ignorant
Not to say that I'm innocent;
Cause I buy these fools records too
So the label can get paid and bring out
Another ignorant crew
And I know too many heads
Trying to get college degrees
So how long  will we tolerate remedial MC's
So please  realize
If something doesn't evolve or advance  it dies
You listen to the shit out now
And tell me where the future lies bitch