Generation Lost

[Intro]

(Turbulence. Can you feel? Turbulence) Okay. (Can you feel?)

I need to spit something real for a second y'all. (Turbulence)

Just bare with me. Listen. (Can you feel? Turbulence.)

[Verse]

Skull and crossbones and death bandannas

A liquor store on every corner in Atlanta

Cops ridin' around tossin' niggas in the slammer

Tell me what's wrong, I could really use some answers

Now-a-days everybody wants to be a rapper

About two years ago everybody was a trapper

Obviously, money is what everybody's after

'Cause slavery ain't change; it's a modern day disaster

Now these are my words from me to you

Everything you do from your shades to your shoes

From your chains to your coupe came from the tube

Trust me, I would know, I was raised on it too

Okay, now just let me get your attention

I'ma turn the tables so you don't get defensive

I'ma put my bullshit aside for a second

'Cause I can't be fake 'cause God won't let me

I used to wear a grill, because it was the trend

Not because I liked it, I just wanted to fit in

Then I got "Eastside" tatted on my skin

And I tried to get dreads but my hair was too big

But I was lost, I ain't know who I was

What else was there to do besides look like a thug?

So in my senior year at Columbia High

I dropped out of high school when I got signed

B-dot-O-dot-B was the name

I ain't like Bobby Ray 'cause I was ashamed

But you can call me Bobby Ray from this day forth

And I could give a damn about the fame and fortune

Honestly, I don't even listen to rap

'Cause when I turn the radio on, out comes crap

And if you make good music that's okay

But on the radio, that they don't play

It's easy to see we created a beast

'Cause everybody wants to hear what they don't need

And now all the rappers got to struggle to give you

That bullshit music so they can continue to live

The position that I'm in

Is quite an interesting predicament, I will admit

But you can count on me 'cause I'm refusing to give in

'Cause I'ma give you music 'cause we need it to exist, bitch!

So I'ma play my guitar

Rap about aliens and sing about stars

'Til you understand that's what we are

So we ain't got to struggle no more so we don't starve

I swear to God I love you with every bar

We all got problems that need to be solved

So while I got the mic I'ma speak my thoughts

And I'ma keep it real till the day I fall

[Coda]

Turn my music up!