Somethings are meant to be raw

When I was a kid all I did dream I dare not dream now

Because it sounds scary a little fantasy not acceptable

The whole systems happy if you are just predictable

Working for money all I wanted was to be 

Making money boring job and suddenly life gets a little tricky

I cant rap a love song cause then everythin

Would just go wrong..

How do I express this : are you what you are what you wanted to be

Probably not surely caught up in the hard working other plan b

Do what you like is all they ever preach

Screech screech doesn’t it irk their conscience they are just lying

Break outta this cage put all the rage make a symphony

Might be your life will get better

Once you start doin s**t you dint like

Then surely u gonna end up like crazy mike

Society standard is nt your concern

If ur s***s gonna earn you a penny

if it satisfiesyou the most dont ever tell'me

Coming home to the sweet old frame

Every other day the frame looks the same and don’t ever change

Every one might be happy with your progress it may seem

Take a closer look you were never that society cream