Privileged Problems

We need to stop and take a look at ourselves
Books on the shelves collecting dust
They don't get it
Fuck if I never buss
Just want some good in the world
Is there enough
Everybody's just on getting bucks
When it's said and done
What is that
We've all got a plan till we bury mum
And we realise too late
Gotta clock it today
So when death has come for anyone I've ever loved
Pray that I can say I made an effort
Coz regret is pain
Anyway
Talk a lot of shit but they don't live by it
Same ol', different year
I'm more than a bit tired
Lately I feel like I'm just ready for some big riot
Can't be assed with it all now
I've been sighing every day
And every year's the F'ing same
Many hate the week
Count the sleeps till we get away
It's peak, will it ever change
I know he sees when I'm telling Blaze
He's looking at me like let's escape
I must've been depressed for more than a year
Nowadays can't manage more than a tear
It's like I'm all out
Still I think I'm cool now
I pulled through my fear
Look, I ain't gonna front, I never talked to my peers
But I talked to my mum
I can't explain how much she helped
Fuck how much we sell
I'm rich with all that she's done
I wasn't born in a slum
Or poorer than some
But they could never act as if we had it all are you dumb
I take people with a pinch of salt
Coz everybody changes
But not everybody will evolve
So many are faithless
Trust is sacred
Takes years to build
You can break it in an instant though
So sick of this nonsense
One heart break
They move stone cold
Everybody's thinking they're Austin
The world burns and we sit here just watching
Hurt by these privileged problems

I know I'm blessed and I'm grateful
I am far from there but know my lane so I drive forward
I'm feeling to just to travel and flex
Coz i'll be happier with less in a place that I like more
It's Blaze to most
But J to the peeps that I'd die for
I just wish you people would see
You think the only people evil is crime-lords
You only watch the shine
You never seek for the light source
I'm sick of the same
Are you sticking by your morals
Are you picking the pay
Are you living how you gotta
Is your heart clean
Have you risen from the bottom
Like, isn't ironic when you make it to the top they say you can't reach
Had to get my head straight
Coz I was rolling round for years with a hole up in my heart that my ex made
Younger years we'd go to raves until the feds came
Now the youngers roll with blades like the X Games
Street codes
Lose your innocence before your seeds grown
Year 8s choking on some weed smoke
I'm seeing needles in the play park
Teens that think their cold till they meet Gs that will put the heater to a braveheart
I've been around I've seen a lot but kept my nose clean
Always seeing people complain 'bout what they don't need
Even if we leave or remain
We'll still get treated the same
And every year they'll take an even bigger piece of your wage
They probably think I'm preaching again
Do your thing
Don't give a shit about the laws wrote
Tryna make it richer when you're born broke
Soon you'll see the system is fixed
So the make most of your life cuz
We all know that we whine but
Where we're livings got options
The world burns and we sit here just watching
Hurt by these privileged problems