Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit
And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market
What the fuck do i say to psychologists and social workers?
This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers
The pressures getting to my head, so i gotta release/
They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets
That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups
Shit on the media, make the mainstream precarious
I turned into something they never became
But fuck it, that's chains and ice, social commentary's lame,
Gave me head just to fit in with them, that's social psychology.
In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see
My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass
Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,
The social outcast but everybody knew his name.
But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game
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