Professor E - B.o.B. - Generation Lost lyrics

[Intro] (Turbulence. Can you feel? Turbulence) Okay. (Can you feel?) I need to spit something real for a second y'all. (Turbulence) Just bare with me. Listen. (Can you feel? Turbulence.) [Verse One] Skull and crossbones and d**h bandannas A liquor store on every corner in Atlanta Cops ridin' around tossin' n***as in the slammer Tell me what's wrong I could really use some answers Now-a-days everybody wants to be a rapper About two years ago everybody was a trapper Obviously, money is what everybody's after Cause slavery ain't change It's a modern day disaster Now these are my words from me to you Everything you do from your shades to your shoes From your chains to your coupe Came from the tube Trust me I would know I was raised on it too Okay, now just let me get your attention I'ma turn the tables so you don't get defensive I'mma put my bullsh** aside for a second Cause I can't be fake Cause God won't let me I used to wear a grill Because it was the trend Not because I liked it I just wanted to fit in Then I got "Eastside" tatted on my skin And I tried to get dreads but my head was too big But I was lost I ain't know who I was What else was there to do besides look like a thug So in my senior year at Columbia High I dropped out of high school and I got signed B-dot-O-dot-B was the name I ain't like Bobby Ray cause I was ashamed But you can call me Bobby Ray from this day forth And I could give a damn about the fame and fortune Honestly I don't even listen to rap Cause when I turn the radio on, out comes crap And if you make good music that's okay But on the radio, that they don't play It's easy to see we created a beast Cause everybody wants to hear what they don't need And now all the rappers got to struggle to give you That bullsh** music so they can continue To live The position that I'm in Is quite an interesting predicament I will admit But you can count on me cause I'm refusing to give in Cause I'mma give you music cause we need it to exist b**h So I'mma play my guitar Rap about aliens and sing about stars Till you understand that's what we are So we ain't got to struggle no more so we don't starve I swear to God I love you with every bar We all got problems that need to be solved So while I got the mic I'mma speak my thoughts And I'mma keep it real till the day I fall