Ron Mac 11 - Just Listen

We have all been raised on television to believe that one day
We will all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars
But we wont
And we are slowly learning that fact
And we are very very pissed off

Let's talk about celebrities, they get paid more money then we'll ever see
Live ill lives in the hills of Beverly and make a rat race out of that for you and me
Like were ever gunna see the big screen, big dreams roll around in a limousine
Everybody in the hood tryna get seen, it looks like Hollywood's a big scheme
Probably never gunna see a million but Jeff Bezos got a hundred billion
Well actually it's more than that, but I don't care anymore I'm too poor for that, its wack
Got my people on crack and heroin, everybody want marijuana medicine
Since when was getting high so prevalent?
And seeing all the gentlemen turned feminine
We ain't never been this mixed up, IPhones androids no kids' stuff
Twitter IG Facebook Tiktok, still couldn't see time pass on your big watch
And while you're so materialistic, suicide rounds up another statistic
Ballistic missiles keep flying so mystic encryptic heart start beating arrhythmic
The rich stay rich the poor stay poor, everyday seems like they take a little more
But how much more can they take? Even gotta pay for a cigarette break, Wait
Everybody turn so fake I can't even look the damn mirror in the face
Now I got snakes in the grass all around me, still tryna figure out how they all found me
Drown me before you crown me I'm not a king
Still tryna understand how that's a real thing
Someone tell me what is a king without people
Tryna sit above of each other that's so evil
Lethal weapons are loaded up in my closet, just in case Uncle Sam wanna try to rob it
See another rocket flying up to mars, I'm just trying to put some groceries in my car
Think we went a little too far too fast, tryna go green but we need more cash
Talk about a dream stop making me laugh, we know it's a scheme stop kissing our ass
I know that the grass ain't greener over there
Tryna go to heaven really who the hell care
Just be aware how you living right now, pick yourself up don't let you go down
Take a look around I don't see any men, just some little boys all hating on their friends
Who's gunna get up in that new Benz first? Dying to live you start rushing to your hearse
Tell me what's worse than that you know better, life ain't all about getting mo' chedda
Never gunna learn though till it's too late, need a little more love and little less hate
But don't wait for your world to change, Change yourself and see your world rearrange
Strange how we got it so twisted, whether born rich or poor were all gifted, Listen

Written by:
Ronald Birch

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