Story Behind The Song

I got tired of hearing trap and its non sensical lyrics dominating Hip Hop because of the corporate push to dumb down and control the music we created.

Song Description

The Life of a Young black man in America

Lyrics

Stay Woke


Raised by The media co and tell I
got conned by America with a
dream to sell
locked out of opportunities born to
fail I'm a survivor I made it out
from from the depths of hell
I'm a nigga with attitude like Dre an
Rel Bagging truth like Chronic for the
music to sell
ice cube made mills off the rebel
yell then easy went low and rappers
sold their soul
100 miles and running watch me rock
and role over pistol packing pussies telegraphing flow
False prophets got to go nuff respect to
J kole when I while out the escape plan
is need to know
I need to know when I'm feeling low
how to cock back the glock and
watch it blow
Stop drop and role before I throw them paws WildIn out on MCs that wanna
snap their jaws
If you down for what ever what you
fighting for black lives matter I
don't trust the law
Melanated I'm a dangerous metaphor rich or poor I'm ready brawl I where a bullet proof vest when I walk to the store
I'm lying picture me shook I'm not buying Brooklyn born from the bush
a foot in mount Zion
I'm as strong as a Rasta with the soul
of a lion smoking on a spliff while
niggas keep dying
if you want a revolution stop ya blood
clot crying soldier put your middle
finger to the sky
C.I. Ain't ain't hard to find big brotha sells lies that spy on mine tapping in to your fear making left fight right
feeding off the hate like a clan united dumbing down the minds of the
less enlightened

Eyes open don't
sleep No joking
Your living in a perfect
nightmare Stay woken

Separated caged in a strange new
land children are catalogued like
Contraband
Iced out from fam like their not human
Banished by the tenants of racism
controlling immigration through
intimidation welcome to the land of
the free hating
Preaching moral values contradicted
by a nation Trumped up charges brand dreamers illegal aliens
While talking heads drone on regurgitating craziness I can't escape the mainstream I'm too high maintenance
At rest in my labyrinth Channel surfing sycophants Mad black thoughts
Contemplate a lack of innocence
Broken like a thermostat radiating excellence praying to the void of the
rich and famous
I'm globally warming to that fact that
there's no turning back like a rat I'm trapped In this experiment
Stay sane regroup stay present ready
if and when I have to cross a
food desert
the shit storm churning is a hurricane of ignorance touch downs imminent can
I get a witness
Party and bullshit could never dismiss
this I'm number one with a bullet on the endangered hit list
Fitting for some pay back I spit fire from apocalypse burning down the house and a senate full of hypocrites
life's a bitch and then you die fucking penniless never that strong willed my passion is relentless
Surrenders Problematic God's son I'm
still manic riding a thesaurus when ripping through static
Blowing up the spot causing maximum
damage crushing soft gells to support
my rap habit
Surviving ain't living when your dying
for a fix no justice no peace I got
nothing left to give

Eyes open don't
sleep No joking
Your living in a perfect
nightmare Stay woken