Working Class Paradox

Living in the trap’s 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 feeling this
The truth it hurts when you’re living in blissful ignorance
Some say there’s truth in music
That’s why Top 40 thinks you’re fucking stupid
The ones' on the top say life’s one big party
I got no invite no R-S-P-C-T
No illuminati
Fuck that shit chasing phantoms all round
And dancing in mansions
Made up of my own desires
Dreams I’ll acquire through fire
Conspire for greatness
Working class paradox
Roach motel ignorance
What happened to free speech?
With words covered in bleach
The ink is still unseen
These kids are still dancing
These white dudes are DJ’ing
Profiting off of irony