Get Nothing

I said buying ya'lls champagne was nothing to celebrate,

Collect the sample of rich taste fills commonwealth with hate,

I'd say disgust on who I sentimentally was in those ripped pictures,

Forgot where I came from in the school lectures but too cool with pride and fame now fo sure.

 

Second hand silver spoon of the luxury cars open the showboating of the sunroof,

now I tell you don't touch my food cause I can say you are under my roof,

Too good of a goodie two shoes to lose my shoe in the hometown I can now have relief,

A clown in makeshift to receive the pressed hands that make his food is now in disbelief.

(A lost generation)

 

Now kids scrambling to achieve the life lessons from fallen stoic kings,

The henchmen clones of medusa don't respect the peace that was made over years,

Dried up blood and sweat induced ancient tears now crave peoples solutions in beers,

The message of ya'll can't see shit but do you have the ear to hear these little talks.

(generational facts)

 

Something we lack in this gen is were unhappy alone usually our losing Z's

The bag ain't carrying like It's used to but now we preserve questions like who is me?

Give me a tag cause we pump our self worth to fake characters plastic on the TV,

Preteen steps behind the mic to bring light for problems he claims helps but is prejudice,

Fighting for the justice he glanced like Thugnificent but was a fight for nothing behind evidence

 

But we are all comprehending the illusion to these women acting in position,

you show and tell about the jokes into your openly hyper sex life like burden,

supposed high class is what you wanted to go for with dirty pretty lies like a wealthy courtesan,

yet the pussy remains in power over the possession of the dick a life that could lead an constrain.

 

lame they cope new style to drop something bad for awhile not being themselves to get to the top,

A heaven opening grace and a touch on the face should tell me that I am chosen to never stop,

See the mind of how they think that a daily trend pop would get these nigga's to get on an hop,

Seems you nigga's don't like to look back in style that you seen dropped but brings back the hip.

 

He reached people telling a name though tress descending that slight cold breeze,

Rose gold planted in my hands I grasp for the lady with no taste into flowers changed her eye,

Sour but sweet base I don't know my preference in the deciding actions for shazam rage,

Boom shakalaka he come down crackling with the sound of shocking lighting but a movie like fighting

 

He constrict like of whipping the car when ancestors was power enduing the body to work like one,

It's like a repeat of history but they say to stay modern with the shit relating to a engine,

Studious to homeless in the matter of short time frame don't even remember the kids name,

His counter frame of reference to stay alive is in base of how he keeps a silver tongue in shame.

 

"Don't need to be rude to old man but gone on and tell me something of the thought real quick."

Nobody expects me to send a message from the past to quest a sit down,

Mans last supper was the beginning of our forever suffer a diseased transmitted crown,

No thorns to open my flesh to tell about a holy kin with some line set so thin,

Nobody understand we want a right talk through the streets with no slang to prevent my hang.

 

As we come in packs we inhale the hell of a smoke of the devils colored tang,

Price worth more then bullets loaded intentions not only to kill the people they think of a bull,

Leave a thrill with faces hiding in fire bushes as unholy evil to spill the tea and out holy meal.

We can't solve a full picture if not a single soul could tell the truth and seal the final deal.