Working Class Paradox E

Livin' in the tropics no joke. Stay woke to the lies deceiving you. Force fed radio signals into your brain covering up The lies, the pain, the shame. Cursed from birth playing this game. No winners, no losers, no prizes, no fame. The only way out is through dealing and hustling. Crime is directly proportional to poverty. And there's more to this life than you know. Than the drinking, the smoking, the hoes. Throwing all your money in the air and I Swear, this lavish kinda life ain't fair, No. And I know that you're not feelin' this. The truth, it hurts when you're livin' in blissful Ignorance. Some say there's truth in music. That's why Top 40 thinks you're fucking stupid. The ones at the top say life's one big Party. I got no invite, no RSVP, No Illuminati. Fuck that shit, chasing phantoms while ramblin', Dancin' in mansions made up of my own desires. Dreams all acquired through fire, conspired for Greatness. Working class paradox, Roach motel ignorance. What happened to free speech with the words covered In bleach? The ink is still unseen. These kids are still dancing. These white dudes are DJing, profiting off of irony.