Generation Lost
[Intro:](Turbulence. Can you feel? Turbulence) Okay. (Can you feel?)I need to spit something real for a second y'all. (Turbulence)Just bare with me. Listen. (Can you feel? Turbulence.)
[Verse:]Skull and crossbones and death bandannasA liquor store on every corner in AtlantaCops ridin' around tossin' niggas in the slammerTell me what's wrongI could really use some answersNow-a-days everybody wants to be a rapperAbout two years ago everybody was a trapperObviously, money is what everybody's afterCause slavery ain't changeIt's a modern day disasterNow these are my words from me to youEverything you do from your shades to your shoesFrom your chains to your CoupeCame from the tubeTrust me I would knowI was raised on it tooOkay, now just let me get your attentionI'm a turn the tables so you don't get defensiveI'm a put my bullshit aside for a secondCause I can't be fakeCause God won't let meI used to wear a grillBecause it was the trendNot because I liked itI just wanted to fit inThen I got "Eastside" tatted on my skinAnd I tried to get dreads but my hair was too bigBut I was lostI ain't know who I wasWhat else was there to do besides look like a thugSo in my senior year at Columbia HighI dropped out of high school and I got signedB.o.B. was the nameI ain't like Bobby Ray cause I was ashamedBut you can call me Bobby Ray from this day forthAnd I could give a damn about the fame and fortuneHonestly I don't even listen to rapCause when I turn the radio on, out comes crapAnd if you make good music that's okayBut on the radio, that they don't playIt's easy to see we created a beastCause everybody wants to hear what they don't needAnd now all the rappers got to struggle to give youThat bullshit music so they can continueTo liveThe position that I'm inIs quite an interesting predicament I will admitBut you can count on me cause I'm refusing to give inCause I'm a give you music cause we need it to existBitchSo I'm a play my guitarRap about aliens and sing about starsTill you understand that's what we areSo we ain't got to struggle no more so we don't starveI swear to God I love you with every barWe all got problems that need to be solvedSo while I got the mic I'm a speak my thoughtsAnd I'm a keep it real till the day I fall