Shallow Matters
This is what we call schizophrenia society
Split personas, fear mortality
It seems we practice logical sobriety
Cause thinking correctly just doesn't exist
Where they blow your house down if it's made with sticks
Well, That why I  made mine with bricks
Took some bars, so they could accredit me with lethal words
Where only the real ones can acquire  moral worth
But some never see the dirt
Their memory stays in work
I'm talking about 2pac, all the greats, with tracks like a fossil
Guiding armies of lost souls
I'm here to speak the truth, loudly, but quiet, because of a racial disposition
Twisted by intuition
To pay my tuition
Get educated, my message is highly applicable
The flavor contained within my soul is something critical
My chances of listening are minuscule
I mean to literal
Look past my aesthetics, stop being so cynical
I'm highly equip with this vernacular apparatus
My hands develop callous
I write so much, but the dedication will help me build a palace
Chorus
The bigger picture is depicted in grey
As our fate is displayed, where our bodies lay
It's the hard way
Don't follow social patterns
Don't succumb to people's talons
It's just a discussion of shallow matters


To right all my wrongs, I pay these repirations
Further my positive reputation
This is some old school resuscitation
It's my homage to the creation
Doing this dance with the devil
Holding hands. Hold my lyricism to another level
I'm lyrically trained
With the left side of my brain
For logical thinking
I never keep the right side strained
I'm out if your range
Wage war with lyrics I wade
Made the necks of the rest of them crane
That would suppress my creative mind
What's a diamond in the rough if it didn't get it's time to shine
Living sublime
Without the sun you can't remain an entity in their shadow
Don't settle with it, stand tall, these trenches are shallow
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The bigger picture is depicted in grey
As our fate is displayed, where our bodies lay
It's the hard way
Don't follow social patterns
Don't succumb to people's talons
It's just a discussion of shallow matters

But god damn who is going to listen
I make an impression
Seems half of the country suffers from depression
Well, Religion spills blood
Money brings tyrants into office
The footsteps of progression stuck in the mud
Our pride in fundamentals is making us obnoxious
I know we can't achieve world peace
But to keep a piece
You have to be a pussy if you live by your streets

Acapella:

I don't need a beat
I leave your mentality deceased
When my poetic justice puts you on my leash
Heal, bow down
It's the 90s boombap sound
In the underground. Hear us loud
As we come around.l
Society doesn't need segregation, we need warriors
I do it through music, simultaneous drop them in order
Intravenously through venomous lyricism so they have a speed dial for the coroner