To My Parents

VERSE 01: These ideas are, nightmares to my parents Whose worst fear is a child with a gun, tattoos, and who likes fearin Like whatever I say has no bearin It's so scary in a house that he has no carin Walkin around with his headphones on not hearin Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care He is a problem child, and when these emotions all come out When he talks about, his parents love fallin out He's hates it so bad he'd knock someone out His thoughts are bad, he's mad so he's talkin back Talkin Black, brainwashed from his mama and stepdad Sags his pants, bad grades and a bullied past His mama hurt him so he, left her back And broke her heart, she lives in a broke ass home There's no control, he just let's his emotions go HOOK: VERSE 02: Hip Hop is changing, intertwining with faggots And the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum Lonely or unphony, only has one homie Only this rap, lonely cause don't anyone else know me Yet people claim that they know me, or where I came to be I guess words are a mothafucka, they can be great Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can mean hate It's like my life hangs on every single statement I make Like I'm worshipped, all the stories I feel special Now how the fuck did these life I have happen? From standin on corners and porches just yappin To havin a greater life, no more cryin But then these fuckers talk about you, people always try to hurt you Friends turn on you, Parents all want a turn at you To get they hands on every thing you have People want you to lose your mind every time you mad So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon Your family won't hesitate to produce tons Of bullshit, that's why my thoughts won't run So I'm goin to school while my mom is yellin at me They're for the teachers that hate me but I hope they all see That i'm such a fuckin menace this shit doesn't make sense B It's all predictable, if life is a musical Then why ain't I a criminal, how the fuck can I love my little girl ? I shouldn't, It wouldn't be in my blood to You're full shit too ''You Hero''; I hope that bullet goes right though you! HOOK: VERSE 03: They say music can alter moods and talk to you Well, can it load that gun for you and cock it too? Well if it can, and the next time you rap about a dude Just tell the judge it was there fault, and they get sued See what these kids do is hear 'Rappers toting pistols And now they want to get one, because that shit's cool Not knowin they really just protectin themselves They entertainers, of course we don't know what they think You ignoramus but music is killin itself We just complain, and we ain't got checks like 'em in the mail It's fucked up ain't it? How I came from practically nothin To being able to have any fuckin thing that I wanted That's why they, sing for these kids who ain't got a thing Except for some lyrics that they can not sing They post rap videos on they YouTube all day long For the sake that someone who will here they song For the people who have been though shit in they life So they sit there and cry at night wishin they'd die 'til one of Em's record come on and they sit and they vibe He's nothin to you, but he's the fuckin shit in my eyes That's why they, seize this moment try to figure it out and just hole it Squeeze it and mold it, cause I consider this cover song golden And maybe Em'll admit when he's gone His spirit will live on Though his lyrics that you'll hear in his songs HOOK: