And I see nothing through these rose glasses
See the talk, hear the gossip
But that's just chatter And I see nothing through these rose glasses
Except anxiety about higher seats were roles casted
And I see nothing through these rose glasses See nothing through these
And I see nothing through these rose glasses
Except anxiety about higher seats
I got no sympathy or apathy for cross-bastards
I lost passion and focus on where the dollars happen
No longer care if my lyrics taking out all rappers
No longer care if my songs are long, they don't reach masses
Far as you get is two minutes who gives a f*ck, you won't listen
But if you do, it's long enough to keep attention captured
What happened to artistry and real rappers?
Is that critique or just hatred
Cause they career faster, moving than mine at the moment I get fist bumps and a notice from other niggas stagnant
And I'm not trying to live lavish, just trying to make some shit happen
So I don't need a master, just my masters and some overseas tours to manage
I just want a thousand fans and I feel established
Make enough to say f*ck this job, I'm what's really cracking
Make enough to grieve in a time that I need it's tragic
F*ck your bereavement and co-sign, this shit really canon
But I'm not here to smile or pose or be a loose cannon I'm just here to massage my soul as my words vanish
And lack of living, making a difference to real cancer Afraid to die with no impact as my breath vanish
As my two minutes passes, it's time I realize I wrote this shit for me
If you feel it, then the touch you invite with me
It's not about being negative, seeing only the bad
It's about seeing your current station in life and recognizing if that's where you really belong
If what you see through these glasses bother you, then it's up to you to change that
And get to action
Y'all feelin' it, do it