Lyrics Musical Lobotomy - Ka-Flame

Can't you tell, what they've done to our minds
In this hell, where the sun don't shine
Eyes closed, but we still gotta face it
Breaking down, man we trapped in this matrix
Sometimes It, don't feel right
I feel like, this ain't real life
The pain and, the pressure
This world, can really stress ya

Yea, take 'em back, to the block
Had that cash, all stashed, in my socks
You wanna last, hope you fast, as a fox
Any given second, have to dash, from the cops
Gotta stay strapped, they be packing, them Glocks
Catching fades, they'll slash, off ya top
It's rhetorical, but ask will it stop?
They wearing black masks, blastin' at opps
Wet the scene up, no splash, no drop
Make it hard, to get pass, if it's blocked
Swimming with the sharks, or ya clashing, with crocs
It will leave ya dreams, smashed on the rocks
They ain't givin' out passes, mashing for clout
You ain't 'bout them streets, keep yo ass, in the house
Quit with all the braggin, and flashing, ya shit
They pulling up ya addy, now ya ass getting, hit

Can't you tell, what they've done to our minds
In this hell, where the sun don't shine
Eyes closed, but we still gotta face it
Breaking down, man we trapped in this matrix
Sometimes It, don't feel right
I feel like, this ain't real life
The pain and, the pressure
This world, can really stress ya

Real talk, it can fuck with ya pride
Still smile, though I suffer inside
Sick of waking up, just to hustle and strive
Swear this shit a real struggle, with pride
People in my past, say they loved me, but lied
I can see it, in yo muthafuckin' eyes
Yall don't really mean me well
So many red flags, had to ring these bells
In yo dreams, only place, you ever seen me fail
Breaking all these spells, that they cast, on ya soul
They hate to see a young nigga, back on the road
They rather see me crash, hit the gas, then ya fold
I'm trying to get the cash, you can have, all these hoes
Got 'em lookin' mad, I ain't giving out no bargain
You can tell that they're starving
Try to give 'em, food for thought, but they'd rather have poison

Can't you tell, what they've done to our minds
In this hell, where the sun don't shine
Eyes closed, but we still gotta face it
Breaking down, man we trapped in this matrix
Sometimes It, don't feel right
I feel like, this ain't real life
The pain and, the pressure
This world, can really stress ya

(Young Joc Speaks)

Giving game, don't you know, that's how it gotta be
Feel the hood, had some sort of lobotomy
Swear our minds, all shattered
Ignoring all the signs, asking what's the matter
Sick of all the killing, we see the shit on live
Time you watch the news, it's another nigga died
Man, another nigga shot, another nigga got
Somewhere in the hood, another nigga plots
Planning who to rob, muthafuck' a job
He breaking in ya home, time you turn the knob
Goin against the odds, and the cycle never end
Tears on my paper, writing with this pen