Dear Rappers

Yeah Man, it's easy for these rappers who have it all Talk about the days when they used to be sad I guess I can't relate to being famous and wealthy I'm 28 and still praying for the day I have a chance Maybe y'all can help me out though, I'm just try'na take care of my household I don't even wanna make my mouth gold I just wanna win before the system that I'm in Gets a hold of me again and starts to squeeze under my chin, until I'm out cold Dear rappers, can you help me? I'll even take a selfie with your album that I bought I got every single CD that you ever fucking dropped I spent everything I had, and I never have a lot, oh my God, what a mess Your words help me deal with the stress Used to contemplate my suicide the nights I was depressed Used to pop you in a boombox and sit upon my desk Listen to your music till I felt it in my chest, but These days it's like you don't have nothing left Your music feels kinda like you're tryna write a check Everything is digital, I mean no disrespect But I'm paying even more, and you give me even less, what the fuck? You taught me to think, you taught me to grow You taught me the things to survive on my own But now you teach me to drink, you teach me to smoke You teach me to think every woman's a hoe I don't want your Xanax bars or your fancy foreign cars Throw your money in my face and try to tell me that it's art No-no-no, no, no No-no-no, no, no, just a drug addict on TV I can't hear another fucking song about abusing medication that I had to take just to stay alive There's more important shit than what you wear and where you live and who you fuck and what you drink and what you spend and what you drive Rappers full of bullshit Rappers just a marketing vehicle for the product that the men want you to buy Rap about a full clip Rappers just promoting different liquors and varieties of ways that you could die, yeah Dear rappers, can you help me? Are you almost out of alcohol to sell me? Tell me 'Cause drinking every night can be the way to getting wealthy If I'm really being honest, all this shit is overwhelming, I need someone to look up to You're living in a country that elected Donald Trump You're living in a country where police are killing people every day, and all you wanna talk about is doing drugs You've been blinded by the money, you've been blinded by the cars You've been blinded by the women, don't know who the fuck you are Thought I knew you when I spent a hundred dollars on a ticket to your show And now I feel like you stole my fucking money and I'm broke Man, you taught us how to rap, and you taught us how to dress And you taught us how to act if we wanted to impress Now you're teaching me to live like I know you never would What you're preaching to these kids is keeping 'em inside the hood I don't want your Xanax bars or your fancy foreign cars Throw your money in my face and try to tell me that it's art No-no-no, no, no No-no-no, no, no, just a drug addict on TV I don't want your Xanax bars or your fancy foreign cars Throw your money in my face and try to tell me that it's art No-no-no, no, no No-no-no, no, no, just a drug addict on TV, yeah