Reasons
I didn't get into rap for the fame or the cash or the game,
I'm just the match to the flame sayin, "Fuck the capital gain!"
Imagine the pain of only using half of your brain,
It got me here, I don't know why but I'm glad that I came...
If I hurt you it's just because of my virtue,
If I subvert you it's just because that's what words do,
If I describe you, you think like I do,
And you're lied to by the people who say they're beside you,
I may as well try to relate to my audience,
And tell you something fresh instead of stating the obvious...
You're just a number --- Don't believe me, look at the evidence,
Your ID, Social Security and money with Presidents,
It's funny the weapon is the culture itself,
Humanity and Dignity were both sold for the wealth,
I'm soaked in my doubts at home alone on the couch,
My best friends are the TV, the computer, the phone and the house...
Maple, oak or mahogony made an ogre's monstrosity,
Skull open lobotomy my life was wrote like a comedy,
No token you offer me could even slow the velocity,
Flow and focus it audibly I've softly spoken the prophecy...
I know it's philosophy, honestly I'm as confused as the next guy,
But I guess I might as well give my one life my best try...
Always thought I'd be good enough, thought the talent was rare,
The balance is fair but I'm here and not allowed to be there,
A coward's despair --- Has love really eluded me?
Is it usually this tough to give up what it used to be?
Beautifully painted, my memory's portrait,
Daddy's Little Girl sittin' next to a poor kid...
I threw in the towel but I'm takin' it back,
Changin' the fact actin' like I was wavin' the flag,
Angry and mad, I'm the Son of Hate and slavery's Dad,
Painfully glad, that's when I grab the pen, paper and pad...
No longer able to brag, the worst kind of superior,
I thought I was smarter but my mind is inferior,
Sometimes it's the fear that's your only reason to pray,
Like at our worst moments we suddenly believe in the way...
If God has deserted us, how can you blame Him?
Shit, you're made then you're an atheist by age ten!
And if that's the case then there's more to life still to come
So all I ask of God twice is "Thy Will be Done."
Why do I wake up? Why do I take drugs?
Why do I cry 'til my eyes are dry cuz I hate love?
Why suffer the pain, HUH?! Why sleep alone in the evenin'?
I don't know, but I keep doin' it without knowin' the reason...