You wanna talk about real? The only real people I know are fake.
You probably wouldnt know real, if it slapped you in the face.
Y'all are the dumbest people I know, even wit a smart phone.
And I ain't dropping names, but I'll say this in a harsh tone.
I walk around these streets, feels like I'm the only freaking human.
Just a puppet they can use for their amusement.
So when you ask me for the real, I ain't give it, cause ya'll just wanna abuse it.
So I keep to myself and God, the master and a student.
And everyone wanna judge, you must be privileged if you drink Starbucks coffee.
And your name must be Karen if your a white girl and you snobby.
Everyone wanna be someone else so bad, they highlight em n click copy.
My whole life has been fight- Rocky.
Were all dead inside walking around, Zombie.
And let's be honest, 2020, we all wake up groggy.
Starting to look in the mirror and hate my body.
Oh, sorry I forgot, In our time that's being cocky^.
And y'all wanna judge my life.
Yet you dont know the stuff I've sacrificed.
My time, my teens, my family, and I thought I paid price.
But I realized you can never pay the penance of your life.
It sucks realizing that people dont care what I got to say.
They dont care, it's just common courtesy to ask "How was your day"?
They probably wouldn't even notice If you said you weren't okay.
All they care about is what your IG displays.
Once they see your drip, they ask you "What is your pay?"
"What do you do? What do you drive? Where do you stay?"
People just wanna put you on a leash, and make you their slave.
They dont care how you got where you are, they dont care what you gave.
They just wanna use you, until this worlds captures you in a grave.
I've made my mistakes, but I know god has forgave.
1 year, 2 years, 3 years, 4.
Amendment. Depression. Anxiety, more.
Friends who turn to spit on your rotting corpse.
Gold diggers to tell you to live a life you cant afford.
And nobody cares about how you are, your feeling are constantly ignored.
Nobody wants to build themselves a empire, they just wanna steal yours.
And when they dont get what they want, they'll riot your store.
Until they forget what they were even rioting for.
This world is, Me before You, and it's an all out war.
And nobody will notice you til you take the floor.
Whoa.
You tell me you love me, but how am I supposed to know?
You sit their and say it, but you never show.
But I'm the one in the wrong, and I'm the one that's slow.
Yet you people are the reason why my mind is slow,
Because I gotta change, change my choice in association.
And let the blossom of self love, that you try to crush, grow.
