Dead Poets Society

It’s like

Listen I was focused on the inner object

Subject of my soul

But it died so I’m zombie

And now I’m back from the dead

And still got haters on me

Like you fucked in the head

I’m headed

Everywhere I said I would

False nay sayers thinking maybe I wouldn’t

But shit I can’t stop

The only way end this now is go like Tupac

I started with the block

Straight outta the shwa

I took the nine

I’m from the five

But I’d said fuck a nine to five

I’m bout to flip this shit

Nine to the six

That’s where I’m about to hit

To really go and spit these scripts

So many bars so many commas

I be on this shit I promise

Listen to be honest though

All I brought is music

With no need for schooling

I realized one day back then

I don’t need to prove it

Just some rapping

I’m always at work

Tapping tapping to the beat

I got words on repeat

In my mind so I can write em’

Down line for line

I waited so long

I was waiting for a sign

To tell it me was my time

But then I dropped it

Wanted to drop out

So I didn’t botch this

But I’m 3 years in for the fam

So I sticking with the system

For one more year man

And despite fear

Yeah I got a vision

It’s become so clear

After I started spliffing

Stopped wishing

Started spitting like

Cause I know

These haters eyeing me

Like why’d you lie to me

I knew it everytime you tried

Then victimized

When I knew just what you’d do

True

But understand I’m passed that

So pass that

If it’s in a song it just the past

I’ve moved on

I’m not trying lie and be plastic

That’s the whack shit

I don’t get

You don’t get it?

Got to mumble about this shit

So it seems a little random

When I take a second

Help you understand

This whole plan

Is to keep you living the same way

Raised and behave

Stick to prescribed drugs

Cause that’s the real gateway to addiction

You read and watch fiction for living

And that’s really how they stealing your time

And basically, mocking your whole damn life

If you just stay the same and won’t embrace change

Then all you’ll be left with is a mad crazed phase

But as one we could see through

The lies and always know the truth

Like where’s the man behind the booth

At the end of the nice path right?

Isn’t that nice?

While you happily

Practice mad vices

Yeah I think it’s a crisis

Now they got focused up on ISIS

Got two fools

Go choose and call it free will

Instead, you busy with shit that ain’t real

Who knew

Democracy’s religion

Worship the dollar cause you might go to prison

Go and make your wishes

Switch it

it ain’t getting granted

And if you still don’t understand

Stick around awhile

And bite the hand

Yeah