Piece of Mind 3 - Witt Lowry

You love hearing me vent, this is no heat from the vent

When the rent due, you don’t know what I’ve been through

When we can’t afford lights

I write in the dark with a paper I’m putting my pen to

Try to fuck with my mental

Said my potential is minimum wage

Majority die before twenty five

Forty years later we’re put in a grave

I’m filled up with rage

This is the culture you sent me to save?

Society stuck in a cage

Remembering back in the day

Feeling so real when I ride while I bump Kanye

But damn, huh

Real turned into photoshopped Kim K

Everyday when they wake up, girls cake up

On your make up all over their face

They think it’s okay

They’re fucking their way to the top

They see all your money and stare at their waist

They throw up their dinner not knowin' you’re fake

They’ll never compare to those pics that you take

And this is the world that you fuckin' create

A world that your daughter can’t even escape

See, you were the one that was left to decay

A world in which I have been sent here to save, but 'Ye

I think were on the same page

Cause I’ve been jackin' off to Kim since I was in the fifth grade

You see you show us how to live, but it’s a fib to get paid

Now Mr. West, I got a question, who are the new slaves?

See what media made, the point of the game

Is slaved up with TV and radio playing

I ain’t pointing the blame, I ain’t pointing the blame

Cause it all don’t hang

On you

I’m a slave of the truth and

That’s the point that I need you to prove, well

We’re slaved to a label

And it’s funny that labels are slaved to the youth

So why can’t you see all the power in you?

Kid from your class couldn’t pass but he drew

Till it turned into music you’re listening to

Now we‘re changing the world, motherfucking IQ

Walked in the label like, «Yo what it do

So give me a mil', better off make it two»

Creative control in a bowl full of stew

So you can ask Dan, he was there with me too

Ugh, I don’t like this stew, I ain’t signing shit

Ten writers who can barely write a hit

Compare me too, check the writer list

There are images who the industry will use

As a fucking tool just to get more rich

Do you get it yet?

I’m sick of the lyin'

«Indie,» when really you’re signed

Making it hard for real indie art like mine

Money don’t grow on a tree like pine

Lyin' to fans, robbing them blind

Keeping them buying by keeping them blind

Airing you out it’s a matter of time

Stuck in a bind, you can’t buy…

Time, can’t buy time

Open your legs and never the mind

You’re looking for head and never inside

We’re looking to find the attention online

We only see surface we’re lame and we’re dry

Placing our value in things that we buy

We’re staring at ass but never in eyes

We’re so disconnected from bein' alive

From bein' alive

So disconnected from bein' alive

Take a look in my eyes

Then in my soul and see what you find

Yeah, I used to get bullied so bad I would sit in my room and I’d cry

Now the same motherfucker like, «Mark, where is the song I could buy?»

Now open your eyes

Human, but more like a virus, greedy and spineless

Take from the earth and we fill it with violence

Take and we take we’re the same as a tyrant

Never been silent

Learn what we know from a Facebook post

It’s a joke now we’re looking so mindless

Stupid we seem to define it

On the same boat, when they think we would sink then we fight it

Love is the only thing timeless

Live in an era where we value weed over love

So you can buy a drug, but you can’t buy love

So you can buy a bottle, but you can’t buy grub

So you can buy class doesn’t mean you’re not dumb

Most the people I know, they would rather feel numb

And so tell me when was the last time you had fun

Other then when you fuck or turn up at the club

Man, I’m sick of this wack shit

You’re faker than Iggy Azalea’s accent

You’ve to live in the past tense

Me, I’m the future in everything I put to action

What’s a rap god to a rappin' assassin?

No one is matchin' my passion

Power through tinder you’re looking for action

Now at the club and you’re pounding the captain

Never found passion, living in fraction

Lonely and asking what your life could be

Now when life gets hard you don’t fight but instead you gon' light the weed

So you spend four years and you work real hard to go get a degree

Now you’re working a five nine to five and you’re chasing another man’s dream

Most of us settle it seems

Girl, you’re worth more than you fucking a town full of guys

Nothing more precious than time

Nothing more tragic then dying while bein' alive

We look at the sky

Know that one day we’ll decay in the dirt we let die

I’m here to deliver you all from the lies

And know that I gave you a piece of my… mind