B.o.B - Generation Lost lyrics

(Turbulence can you feel? Turbulence)
Okay (Can you feel?)
I need to spit something real
For a second y'all (Turbulence)
Just bare with me listen
(Can you feel? Turbulence)

Skull and crossbones and death bandannas
A liquor store on every corner in Atlanta
Cops ridin' around tossin' niggas
In the slammer tell me what's wrong
I could really use some answers
Now-a days everybody wants to be a rapper
About two years ago everybody was a trapper
Obviously, money is what everybody's after
'Cause slavery ain't change it's
A modern day disaster
Now these are my words from me to you
Everything you do from your
Shades to your shoes
From your chains to your coupe
Came from the tube trust me, I would know
I was raised on it too
Okay, now just let me get your attention
I'ma turn the tables so
You don't get defensive
I'ma put my bullshit aside for a second
'Cause, I can't be fake 'cause
God won't let me i used to wear a grill
Because it was the trend
Not because I liked it
I just wanted to fit in
Then I got "Eastside" tatted on my skin
And I tried to get dreads but
My hair was too big
But, I was lost, I ain't know who I was
What else was there to do
Besides look like a thug?
So in my senior year at Columbia High
I dropped out of high school
When I got signed b dot-O dot-B was the name
I ain't like Bobby Ray 'cause I was ashamed
But, you can call me Bobby
Ray from this day forth
And I could give a damn
About the fame and fortune
Honestly, I don't even listen to rap
'Cause when I turn the radio on
Out comes crap
And if you make good music that's okay
But on the radio, that they don't play
It's easy to see we created a beast
'Cause everybody wants to hear
What they don't need
And now all the rappers got
To struggle to give you
That bullshit music so they
Can continue to live
The position that I'm in
Is quite an interesting predicament
I will admit but, you can count on me 'cause
I'm refusing to give in
'Cause, I'ma give you music 'cause
We need it to exist, bitch!
So I'ma play my guitar
Rap about aliens and sing about stars
'Til you understand that's what we are
So we ain't got to struggle no
More so we don't starve
I swear to God I love you with every bar
We all got problems that need to be solved
So while I got the mic I'ma speak my thoughts
And I'ma keep it real till the day I fall

Turn my music up!