You live by the whim of society.
I live by my dreams of rising above what you usually see cause the music industry really ain’t a industry.
Merely a killing ground for creativity.
They destroy the variety replace it with monotony so you can’t hear the soul of whomever tryna sing.
You can’t connect to the lyrics a rapper speaks.
Now its just voices talking on tracks with beats…
I mean how well can you relate to someone rapping bout money cars and jewelry when you scrapping together just for some pork and beans?
But this is who you faithfully hand your $16.50?
Let’s look at this literally.
Music is supposed to be the window to the soul.
Maybe that’s why ppl say mine so old.
But my window is open to catch the breeze.
Yours is closed; look nice but it traps the heat.
Producing sweat when a dude like me comes along poking holes in your inconsistencies…
That’s why I know a record deal I will never see.
Cause record execs wanna push his fallacies.
Meanwhile the streets don’t even realize how hungry for real shit they truly be…
But it’s hood to me.
I’d rather be creative in the streets than faking for a industry that never was really.

People...do not believe there can be tears between men. They think we are only playing at a game and that we do it to shock them.
James Baldwin