Conscious (Interlude)

Life is like a trap everybody tryna make it out
Too many to count I'd be damned if I made it out
Insecurities, validation and a dollar sign
Scared to make it out? If you can that's the quickest route
Careful with the bag, if you not you might spend it all
Drugs and alcohol got him dead in a minivan
Family in debt what's the plan he had other plans
Realize the truth we a lost in a Cadillac ayy
And by that I mean the system limiting our vision
They keep sitting at the top under one condition
Taking from the poor living lavish while we getting older
Feeding us the drugs limiting out minds with daily downers ayy
Think about it
How many hommies doing drugs?
How many hommies would be schooling getting better grades, instead of us getting laid fading out and playing games
Chasing drugs and alcohol you decide anyways
I'm just saying
The easy way is never easy it's either you playing with them or you smarter taking notes
Careful with the friends you have coz you never know
I might hold you by the hand what's the reason though