Desi Desciples, Bars - Chain Music (A Stream Of Consciousness) lyrics

Is it one of those days?
Man i finally wrote a bar
Because usually it's hard for me
To write without the drums but im
Still faded off the bud that Eric hooked up
(hold up hold up it's all good my nigga)
Cause there's a lot of Erics that
I know around the block
Like, this other Eric whose ex
Is sucking his friends cock
Trust me i know alot i live in Doraville
Where niggas kill their mothers just
For a dollar bill
Where winter nights just thunder
Then bullet showers leaving baby mommas
Getting wet with their hubbys killa
And their seventeen? without a
Dream and no diapers
Their children being raised with a
Minor minus the father figure
Its hard to picture a perfect family
If every birthday mommas thirsty
Mommas three way just started
Off as a foreplay that's how words play
When life is on a dessert plate
Life is sweet
Depending on your interpretations
This generation is generating a blind nation
Its an invasion spoken in
Tongue and slang language
Blame it on our parents
The streets and internet
The beats and lyrics just made me
Feel as if im limitless
My inner consciousness is just a
Speaker and a lyricist
-a poet for the voiceless
The voice of revolution
But we're scared to put our fists up
Is that true? we're scared ofa little change
But not self inflicted pain you
Go to your razor blade
Think that all of your answer
Is hiding beneath your skin
Instead you've uncovered sin into
It's purest form
Written in blood taken enough of
Whiskey and rum it's making you
Numb you feel sedated
Heavily high on illegal drugs
Conceal an image that's showing people
You are a thug
Concealing slugs and other critters
That flies in dark
And you ask why they chirp at night
Bats striking at ballers
Striking nine one one callers they
Call us forgotten fathers
The reason why Brenda's baby is
Yelling help in the dumpster
-this is the cities cycle where
Handle breaks screws are loose
And they're looser than college pussy
Cause everybody is hitting it
- -the gift and the curse tell me
How much our life is worth
-in a world where time is
Considered money rhyming attracted honeys
Another foolish excuse to get
In your daughters panties
She told me she wanted food so i
Gave her the food for thought
She puts it inside her mouth shes
Loving the taste of knowledge
- am i an idol or a prophet?
-or a puppet that's being
Controlled by profit's
Im just slave they sold my
Soul at the auctions
A runaway but im still attached
To these gold chains