The Good Die Young Lyrics

They say the good die young

The Bad become wicked

Their souls become twisted

Greedy foul and demented

Formatted from ambitions transformed to ammunition

Bullets are bought with money from those that can afford to spend it

Then the product they lend it

Gain profits to business

Impoverishing clientele

Lacking intel to prevent it

You know the one percenters

Want us fighting inside the fences

Divided lined in the trenches

Defenseless without a vision

Sterile

Facing the perils of being stuck in the barrel

Apparel and materialism

Blemish moral conviction

A nigga for an instance

Is considered a menace

Or something less than human beacuse my hue and my pigment

Refusal

Confusion

Stolen land regentrified

Homes get commercially redistributed

The system is a pyramid scheme scamming people of dreams

Hard work, hope, grind, and positive energy

Unity, serenity, strong will, and integrity

Fueled from the intensity

Embracing my humanity

Identify, neutralize, and rectify my enemies

Make amends or lyrically lobotomize identities

No synonym can relate to the struggles in my community and others across world

Flat or round, fuck it now

Cuz everybody suffer in abundance now

Fuck endless opinions from people turned propaganda puppets giving run around

Why I never stuck around

And stray away from the social crowds

In the night I rock the stage and the mic

At daylight, Im underground

Prepping for flight above foes

Stoned in my zone

Living life like I'm Goliath the gargoyle now

Wreaking mayhem on weak rappers

Have the bodies and raps wrapped in Reynold Wrap

They acts been foiled now

Cuz I slang heat as sixteens that's straight crack and too dope to boil it down

What it boils down to is that I want the crown, throne, belt, trophy, in every town

A hand Im never lending

Even if I wake up as a octopus swimming

Treat it like the scence with that bitch in the Titanic ending

Its a cold cold world

Getting more frigid

More tension

I hate that I got this feelingSomebody gotta tell me my nigga

Why the good die young