Stay Real
Nowadays, people disregard the content and aim for the success
They wish you good health but always talk beneath their breath
They talk about the hard times but won't share a tent
Everything I own in the box to the left
Nonetheless, you're sleeping when you're tired
I spit when I'm inspired, my thoughts will be expired
When I hire other writers and then claim to be the best
If that day comes; you can shoot me in the head
Now tell me what's the difference working 9 till 5
Doing 25 to life thinking "Oh it's alright"?
"I'm still living, paying bills by myself"
"I'm still living, got a room to myself"
To myself, to myself, you just think about yourself
You just think about your image and your status and your wealth
And you want to have to all in exchange for your health
But you people never listen so I stay to myself
I write verses to find change like a busker
But things stay the same even when I cluster
These words therefore I open my eyes
Use my time to be wise and look through the skies
So I'm skipping centuries, slipping through the cracks
Put me on a plaque vividly so I can live through memories
All black but I shine like a moon
They tell me I'm so white but I'm the opposite of noon
Cause I'm the night creature, Grim Reaper
Soul keeper, reliever and the midnight Caesar
Fake rappers, always lying, they deceive ya
And all you wanna do turn it up
All you wanna do is get crunk
But I get down with the funk, get down with funk
Even when you're down on your luck
Turn me up so my voice bangs loud from your trunk
They wish you good health but always talk beneath their breath
They talk about the hard times but won't share a tent
Everything I own in the box to the left
Nonetheless, you're sleeping when you're tired
I spit when I'm inspired, my thoughts will be expired
When I hire other writers and then claim to be the best
If that day comes; you can shoot me in the head
Now tell me what's the difference working 9 till 5
Doing 25 to life thinking "Oh it's alright"?
"I'm still living, paying bills by myself"
"I'm still living, got a room to myself"
To myself, to myself, you just think about yourself
You just think about your image and your status and your wealth
And you want to have to all in exchange for your health
But you people never listen so I stay to myself
I write verses to find change like a busker
But things stay the same even when I cluster
These words therefore I open my eyes
Use my time to be wise and look through the skies
So I'm skipping centuries, slipping through the cracks
Put me on a plaque vividly so I can live through memories
All black but I shine like a moon
They tell me I'm so white but I'm the opposite of noon
Cause I'm the night creature, Grim Reaper
Soul keeper, reliever and the midnight Caesar
Fake rappers, always lying, they deceive ya
And all you wanna do turn it up
All you wanna do is get crunk
But I get down with the funk, get down with funk
Even when you're down on your luck
Turn me up so my voice bangs loud from your trunk
Credits
Writer(s): Libaan Hassan
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