Misconstrued Perception That The World May Find Our Mind
by @nickblockonelove
I smoke some green
I lift my soul
I don't give a fuck about that gold
That was engrained
Deep into earth
*That our mother
Left for us*
To worship the stars
But now it's 1500 or so
What the fuck is that
It's just a shiney metal
That glistens in the sun
These cats show it off to the moon
They think that they're true
*They think that a dollar
Is all that they need to pursue
When in reality
They think a sort of misconstrue*
Think of it like this
You hide everything in the blue
Somewhere deep in your mind
call it just your point of the view
Shake up the world
*Separate from mankind
You go and break through
Get a million papers
And now what should you go and do*
**No offense to these cats
My Friends I do not mean to offend
I'm sorry if that is what I do
Its just a word to describe
I can tell you theres a difference**
maybe add the letter A
take out the E and the R
and what do you have
a salutation to you
I know it does not offend
Add the E and the R
and now you change the game
I figured i'd explain
before you judge my next words
But they just had to make me do
Go and call them some niggers
I just gotta stick to
My specific point of view
*For these people go and buy up
Everything they don't need*
Call it the gold and the diamonds
All the fancy cars
Lambo and porshs, Mercedes Benz
Maybe the maybach
Wait lemme change of the track
Cus I fucking hate rick Ross, Rat?
Now I bounce back
*Huge fucking castles
They always gotta buy*
But what is the reason
They go to Brazil
South America
France, Amsterdam
They may buy American
But that's just a hassle
**Cus even the rich know
We should say fuck you to
Bank of America, oh and comerica
I can't disclude all the others
Fannie may and Freddie Mac
Jp Morgan chase**
You ruined all our lives
Somehow at a ridiculously freaky pace
You said we were safe
Under this corporate structure
But in reality
*You just paid off the man
To carry out your schemes
Quote un quote unwritten scams*
Look at the middle class
Man where did they go
You see my friends
They have gone and disappeared
But where do they hide
You crazy theory man?
*They reside in the suburbs
The former white picket hustle
A dream perceived as escape from the struggle*
But in the end
All these banks and these lenders
Created a little trouble
But my friends, by now
You should be all aware
Of the things that they've done
To cause this despair
**I won't go on about it
I won't need to explain why**
**Listen to me and speak with your mind
For if you do
It will stand the test of time**
A wiseman named nas
Once told me that
He is a rapper
I should say
*He is one of the best
That ever lived*
You should give him a shot
Illmatic is dope
You should start from right there
He speaks from his heart
And that's how he got there
back to the gold and the diamonds
all these minerals that keep us down
These other niggas
Just talk about shit
Bullshit and dope and money and gold
*It's caused by the media
Corporations, now let me go on*
We listen to this shit
Because of the dollar
Somehow it got popular
Now it's what we live under
**20% is solid
While the rest of it is shit**
There's people hidden out there
That are better than this
**Support underground music
Cus it's ten times better than what we currently have
While what the man thinks is the best
Now we can take back what's ours
The sounds that we hear
Promote your favorite artist**
And then you will be in charge of everything that you hear
It's all you can do
Listen to me
Buddha the kid
Now reread and try to actually comprehend me