[Verse: Locksmith] Look, Look Imagine you had the talent to reach your vision But the people backing you, held you back so you need permission To take advantage, the vantage point that you manage to flourish Would discourage any other person in these conditions His condition to speak with diction These restrictions only push me further to be a**ertive not a weak submissive If your natural reaction is to be dismissive, it only proves to me, that n***a we need to keep a distance I march to my own drum, but don't run And charge into the face of adversity, I've been nursing these Wounds from my past and counter I would counter my doubts with skepticism Rap with a certain stigma, the stigmatism blinded by hindsight
But nah hype From these writers make it hard as an artist to get behind sights Like they forcefully force feed with a force feed and force greed With a subject matter rather than subject rather They gather the young and impressionable and then pressure them through Material sums they can profit from Every profit plummets at some point but at some point n***as gotta be responsible but their response is bull They pull you in one direction, that one impression, leaves a bad taste on the tongue of any one who questions To stand in the status quo, if I have to show my true nature Naturally some of you rappers have to go!