Conscious Rap I: by Jin YG

Fu fu fu fuh fuck

 

I'm sitting on a pot of luck

 

This all an illusion

 

Contribution to my confusion

 

Thought everything was fine, grew up middle class

 

But now I'm starvin in the mind, binging porn and sitting on my ass

 

In debt, what the hell is that

 

Simmons says money is to alleviate the pain

 

Never to be depended on like an old man's cane.

 

Open my eyes from the matrix, finding out my path

 

Not fallin for the devil's wrath.

 

How do you make a true decision, with precision like a surgeon's delicate incision

 

can't create a semblance of purpose for my life's description.

 

If you don't wake up from the trap, it's done, your life's already got a prescription

 

So wake up from the nightmare that is your mind's deception.

 

Drowned out by the youtube's, the social media, all the viral shit

 

uzumaki horror, don't get sucked in to this spiral shit

 

Wake up and find your purpose, listen to the spirit, the science

Hulse, Rogan, Jesus, Buddha, Allah

 

Stop looking at the peasant's riches: attention, sex, the bitches and the dollahs

 

Everyone makes the damn claim, I have depression, ADD, social anxiety,

 

But maybe it's a just simply a lack of commitment to effort and responsibility

 

We're sucked in a world distracted with tweets, clearly, mass population has not harnessed technology

 

What's next, stuck in the oculus rift, now I'm like socrates, asking is this reality?

 

Make a conscious decision to wake up, stop feeding like a bottom feeder

 

Look at Elliott Hulse, wake up and be a balls deep breather.