What it is...

Most people hear the music but know nothing of the vibe... Claiming to have struggles yet is an excuse to linger through life... Fake n bouncing to the rhythm of something they truly can't relate to... Jus wanting to be a part of a voice so they can act out as if a choice has no use... From the burbs back to the hood n no matter what shade is embedded in ones skin... People jus wanna partake in a fight to fit in... Catering to a way of life tgat gives nothing in return... As it's said to be attractive with a flow spat out in words... Clever tongues twist the reality if what hard times really are... Pointing fingers n blaming others for the bottom sucking them into the cards... As the color of the decks matter for some reason depending on where the game is played... But it's the lack of will to become who self truly is that keeps individuals from evoloving at any rate...

N sidestepping the social oppressors within ones own is to be disowned as fingers rise with the birds having no trust... Goin along with the same ol roles so eager to cause a fuss... Lazy in mindsets to correct the battle once lost... To higher grounds away from the chaos stuck in a pause... Draining the feeling of hope from fingertips aimed for a buck... As yuppies feed into the lifestyle bcuz the sound of it can never be hushed... Knowing damn well it's a cut throat division of hide n seek... Accepting a number that clinches the ankle to the slums trying to shuffle ones feet... As the details find a beat within the music that transorms it into a beautiful work of art... To deceive a listener groving to a melody reaching for their hearts... Blinded to the self infliction of decisions to get on with a world needing someone to scrap up the shit... The poor want out n the the wealthy want in... Neither can make it the others domain n pull it off... Always being the unaccepted one forced to feel lost... As heads nod to a rhytmic pulse felt deep in tbe nerves... Dealing with judgements cast upon us all as classifications lurk...