CULTural

Man it's all CULTural
Yeah it's all CULTural
Man it's all CULTural
It's all CULTural
Yeah it's all CULTural
Man it's all CULTural
Yeah it's all CULTural

Police shouting, knocking at my door when I'm kicking it
Always on my fucking back, like I'm weighting them
Thinking I'm a dopeman out there selling it
Only thing I'm sellin' is some hope in this living hell
Homie look at your fam and tell me that we living well
Sittin' in your living room, I bet your ass you cannot tell
How and where these youths are dying in some prison cells
Raise your voice even if it means them sending you to hell
Left wing or right wing
Pinkos or nazis
Extremists, fascists, lefties or centrists
They all lose their creed in the process
Making dollars make them lose sense of progress
Different speech
But same application
Censorship in either situation
This is deep? You should hear the rest of my songs
For now I'm sticking to kicking and rhyming
And changing the world on this beat as I'm singing along

Man it's all CULTural
Yeah it's all CULTural
Man it's all CULTural
It's all CULTural
Yeah it's all CULTural
Man it's all CULTural
Yeah it's all CULTural

Yo so I wanna say goodbye y'all
Cuz I've been livin' cycle
This whole life ain't no fun yo
I put my hand on the Bible
And swear to always be rightful
And to always be thoughtful
But I always end up being a beast in the nightfall
How could I ever be faithful if my prayers are not answered?
Guess I gotta be grateful and find a purpose that I can serve
I just gotta find the right words
Cuz I ain't the one you have heard
I guess that's just us humans, we don't know what we are worth
That's why I wake up at five
While you sleeping on your bed
I be hitting the heavy bag, always a couple rounds ahead
They say "you crazy doin' this"
"Why you torturing yourself like that?"
I'm putting my body and mind to work
Cuz ain't no power that can surpass that
You may see me as a young man
But my mind is getting old and
Our livings are not right man
But who am I to talk?
I'm just a worm in a bird's nest
That's where you're wrong
You is a branch in my long maze
Half Persian and half French
Wanna hate you fuckin' jakesh?
I pull up on you with a hand wrench
To open the truth that y'all fake
Man y'all fake, look at your snakes, they all fake
I worked my ass to live -
While y'all bitches where on breaks, working parte
"Dariush what you doing here?"
"Man this ain't y'o shit"
"Rap ain't your domain"
Wait 'till I pull up with my fucking pen
Y'all don't wanna hear this
Y'all just wanna hear tic toc, time's up, chit chat, shit talk
Man hold up
I was the one they hit hard
Not you, not all y'all bitches
So why do you still talk?
It was my blood that got spilled
My ink that got spilled
My dream that got real
While y'all were living large
So why do I hear talkin'?