Culture Shock

Now what’s next for a brother in the city
I been writing rhymes, but I wonder if they hear me
And lately I’ve been missing inspiration
My thoughts are getting hazy, man I need some ventilation
You see me hesitating, Heaven’s waiting, St. Peter be patient
I’ll get there when I’m ready, I ain’t bout to free mason
But in this free nation, they say we got a privilege, amazing.
How they sleep on immigrants, like what is this?
I’m looking for shooting stars
I’m shooting for the moon while niggas are shooting cars
My aim’s a little higher
I got too much at stake ain’t no room for misfire
I got a stomach ache, I’m getting nervous, Lord, do I deserve it?
Maybe I’d be different If I went to Sunday service
Maybe I’m just tripping, but I swear I seen the worse shit
The kind of shit that’s having niggas feeling worthless
If only life was perfect
You would have to turn to liquor just to make it hurt less
We’d all make a living, probably making millions per check
But with all that you would purchase.
Would you lose sight of what’s important?
It happens every day in these streets
A need for cash evolved to niggas preying on the weak
A shame, but only we got ht power to make change
Do more than maintain
I told you nigga, Elevate your status play that same game
Don’t you see we’re chain-ganged?
We gotta move together dawg we want the same thang
So left foot, right foot
March with a nigga to the promised land
We’ll find a way there, I promise man.