Dear Rappers
Tom MacDonald
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Yeah Man, it's easy for these rappers Who have it all Talk about the days when they used to be sad I guess I can't relate to Bein' famous and wealthy I'm twenty-eight and still prayin' for the Day I have a chance Maybe y'all can help me out though I'm just tryna take care of my household I don't even wanna make my mouth gold I just wanna win before the system that I'm In gets a hold of me again And starts to squeeze under my Chin until I'm out cold Dear rappers, can you help me? I'll even take a selfie with Your album that I bought I got every single CD that You ever fuckin' dropped I spent everything I had And I never have a lot Oh my God, what a mess Your words help me deal with the stress Used to contemplate my suicide the Nights I was depressed Used to pop you in a boombox And sit upon my desk Listen to your music till I Felt it in my chest, but These days it's like you Don't have nothin' left Your music feels kinda like you're Tryna write a check Everything is digital, I mean no disrespect But I'm payin' even more, and You give me even less, what the f*ck? You taught me to think, you taught me to grow You taught me the things to survive on my own But now you teach me to drink You teach me to smoke You teach me to think every woman's a ho I don't want your Xanax bars Or your fancy foreign cars Throw your money in my face and try To tell me that it's art no no no, no, no No no no, no, no, just a drug addict on TV I can't hear another fuckin' song About abusin' medication that I had to take just to stay alive There's more important shit than What you wear and where you live and who you F*ck and what you drink and what You spend and what you drive Rappers full of bullshit Rappers just a marketing vehicle For the product that the men want you to buy Rap about a full clip Rappers just promoting different Liquors and varieties Of ways that you could die, yeah Dear rappers, can you help me? Are you almost out of alcohol To sell me? Tell me 'Cause drinkin' every night can be The way to gettin' wealthy If I'm really bein' honest, all This shit is overwhelmin' I need someone to look up to You're living in a country That elected Donald Trump You're living in a country where police Are killin' people every day And all you wanna talk about is doin' drugs You've been blinded by the money You've been blinded by the cars You've been blinded by the women Don't know who the f*ck you are Thought I knew you when I spent a hundred Dollars on a ticket to your show And now I feel like you stole My fuckin' money and I'm broke Man, you taught us how to rap And you taught us how to dress And you taught us how to act If we wanted to impress Now you're teachin' me to live like I know you never would What you're preachin' to these kids is Keeping 'em inside the hood I don't want your Xanax bars Or your fancy foreign cars Throw your money in my face and try To tell me that it's art no no no, no, no No no no, no, no, just a drug addict on TV I don't want your Xanax bars Or your fancy foreign cars Throw your money in my face and try To tell me that it's art no no no, no, no No no no, no, no, just a drug addict on TV Yeah
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