F. Society (Radio Edit)

Don't turn on the tv, I'm tired of all this foolishness
I can't watch the news, so full of all this bullshit
What am I to do with this? The media made 'em lose focus
Shit, and you say you don't believe in hypnosis?
Take a look at the crime rate & peep how it escalates
People dying everyday behind some stupid shit they say
Yeah I know it's sick to say, but somebody gotta do it
Speak the truth to the light, and show 'em the way to it
And show 'em the way through it
The sun shines after rainfall
But some of y'all still choose to live congruent
Like a school full of students disregarding the principle
Repeating the same grade & wanna blame the principal
Yeah, this the shit they do, lying to themselves, fool
Life is a test, dude & sometimes it's stressful
Keep your eyes on the prize & watch
God will bless you to become successful
But since I can't help you, you say...

Fuck society & what they have to say
Cause I'm a do this shit my way, all day
Till the casket drop & God takes me away
Etched on my tombstone, it'll say

If this is One Nation, Under God
Then tell me why them more than half of my niggas
Locked behind bars?
Without a cause & without a care
And without a lawyer, which means they'll probably die in there!
Shit, I'm growing gray hairs
And I barely reached 30
But I'm old enough to know the world is cold & even dirty
Cut my mic up, cuz I don't think they heard me
Man, cut me up some more!
Flows sick, I need surgery!
I know you've heard of the Brown Bag Special
It seems the bigger BBS, lead to better BDS, huh!
That's radio spins in case you didn't know
But hey, before I go could you please listen to my demo
You say, before I hear your flow I'm a need me some doe!
Well please lead me to the door
Cause this ain't no bakery, bro!
Pimp, I run these tracks
What kind of trick you take me for
My budget kind of thick
But payola, I'm too big for so...

Fuck society & what they have to say
Cause I'm a do this shit my way, all day
Till the casket drop & God takes me away
Etched on my tombstone, it'll say

Check my flow, it's more polished than yours will ever be
But poli-tricks in this game is making it Hell, you see!
Fuck a job! It's hard enough to sell a CD!
It ain't no secret, societies they eye on me
Illuminati, what do I think of the whole thing?
I'm enlightened a little, but yeah they up to something
Universe's Riddle, will I leave to see my birthday?
Or will an earthquake, forever seal my worst fate?
Hell, I need to know!
So before I see that cursed date
Just let 'em know I put it down
In the worst way, but till then...

Fuck society & what they have to say