Chasing Rainbows

Yo, they're like, oh my god, you fuckin rap To the white folk I'm a thug with a tats To the black folk I'm too fuckin frat Yo fuck this crap get fed up My dad says keep your head up And don't let yourself let up I almost had my bread up Then got jacked, now I'm back, in a worse place then I was Get some pats, on my back, but my name ain't got no buzz Hit em w a track, and you swear, that this gone be the one Cuz you ain't never topped it, talk it up and drop it then youre back to square one And this is art to me, and its heartening, that potentially ill live off it But disheartening, that a part of me, says compriomise to make lil profit Real topic, seems theyll cop it, if you talking about pill poppin Dealin rock and gettin guap and it helps by the way if youre real shockin I don't spill often, my heart that is, just took a hit and I'm still coughin They don't get me, if I said kill kenny, they'd say why the fuck would you wanna kill lofton? Sealed off in, this lil box and, thinkin this could be the one a mil watchin Like this is it, hah, yeah right, again we gotchya Every night Close my eyes Filled with the hope of what tomorrow may bring Every day I awake Yet it's the same old song that they sing Play for a new crowd Yet its the same show Achieving new highs Yet feel the same low I start to think they're right Some things can't change though So I wonder if I, am chasing rainbows Me I be a little bove the ground height Marijuana otherwise I'd be wound tight Livin in the age of the sound bite Man that's the shit that I don't like Man i hate skip bayless stations bating viewers, chasing ratings Hey have you heard jason batemans gay and dating, make a rumor Have a strong opinion, take your viewers, con them into Buyin in, a nation where we, take our very, own and mold them Make consumers And you wonder why we're Plagued with tumors As we come to find its Straight manure That theyre feeding us leading us now to believe That we're unhappy Vacant you are Not content? Wanna feel better? Then buy this shit You'll feel better Get a lotta shit Spend real cheddar Come shop n shit Our deals better A scholarship to college yep, just to get a good job we can tolerate The modern day, american dream, see to live it now you gotta be not awake Workin jobs we hate, to buy more shit that we don't need, its a viscious race Cuz the bigger the hole thats inside the more we buy as we try just to fill its place I ain't tryin to preach, i'm part of the trend, hopin my art makes exorbitant bread America, huh, the more unhappy we are, the more that we spend Every night Close my eyes Filled with the hope of what tomorrow may bring Every day I awake Yet it's the same old song that they sing Play for a new crowd Yet its the same show Achieving new highs Yet feel the same low I start to think they're right Some things can't change though So I wonder if I, am chasing rainbows Fame only comes to the best and worse Yes its a blessing a curse with aversive effects Im the first to confess that its easier to be the worst than the best And the persons effected, the borderline Between good and great, the more the try The more they find, theyre marginalized Either part of them dies or theyre fortified Man, 2chainz and the based god, yup both of those dudes They can rap Titty boi was playas circle and lil b was in the pack And skip bayless was writing books, nah i guess really He was a still a hack But my point is, its easier to get noticed than to master your craft And Matter of fact I know, if youre good enough then youre broke But if youre good enough to be good enough then youre good enough to be to be a joke Uh, Shortcut vs long climb Overnight vs long time When youre climbin long enough It get kinda rough And you ponder that won't lie And then I confide in the end tho, if notoriety the end goal Then by all means, do your thing, do what you gotta do to its simple Grab for the cash, it come and it go, and you gotta live with the after effects But master your craft, have massive effect, but like von gogh could be after your death Every night Close my eyes Filled with the hope of what tomorrow may bring Every day I awake Yet it's the same old song that they sing Play for a new crowd Yet its the same show Achieving new highs Yet feel the same low I start to think they're right Some things can't change though So I wonder if I, am chasing rainbows