Broken Promises

[Verse 1: Ransom]
Now I know it's the norm to be a conformed rap singer with all these songs
But, I tend to give a strong look to them felons and armed crooks
I used to be one, 'til I got tired of reruns
And seein' repeats of the tragedies I done seen done
Where we from, people with money used to avoid us
And now them same people with money's tryin' to exploit us
Same shit, different toilet, but let me not try to spoil it
Y'all niggas havin' fun while the devil's bein' anointed, oh Lord
I'm not religious, I'm just a cynic
Cynical because I don't feel the shit in your spirit
They tell me, "Yeah yeah, you can rap, but they ain't gon' hear it
You need to dumb it down for these people to ever feel it"
Huh, well that's somethin' I gotta deal with
This to my real fans they the ones I'm keepin' it real with
For years I was troubled, but I always tried to conceal it
Most people they become the diseases before they heal it
I'm just a product of sellin' my products
Narcotics, but still I found my way inside of a college
'Cause knowledge'll turn to a coal into a diamond when polished
Acknowledge, I'm tryin' to show you growth and it's kind of solid
Melodic, but you can find the logic inside this topic
Abolish these phony prophets tellin' people the frolic
Astonished when people equate hatred to bein' honest
That mentality that kept in me inside the projects
All y'all care about is who the fuck is the hottest
Videos gettin' viewed, and these niggas throwin' they dollars
I keep it modest, I can't afford it, don't get extorted
The greatest moments in ya life and y'all niggas tryin' to record it
For these people to view it, and they can say you did it
While you record the moment, I'm tryin' to just live in it
Huh, you can see the vision when I flow's
It's so fuckin' vivid can see it with both eyes closed

[Chorus: Ransom]
The fame and the fortune was never real
All I got is these broken promises
My purpose in life is to be the greatest
But how can I do it and stay anonymous?
I'm torn between love and who really hate us
I'm tryin' to catch a break without takin' any hiatus
With thoughts of those people who tried to play us
No love, only hate is tryin' to acknowledge us
All that is left is these broken promises

[Verse 2: J.R]
Look, there comes a point in life when every man knows
Exactly who he wants to be 'til all his plans fold
I transpose to what an admission when I was damn close
Torn between the love and the hatred, now I demand both
Slipped into fan mode listenin' to the prior verse
Ran killed it, y'all viewed the body, now I supply the hearse
People say my talent's a blessin', I just denied the curse
Divide the worst demons in my mind to survive the hurt
I've always wondered why people cry in church
Is it 'cause they know they soul tainted?
Or maybe payin' your tithes is a hearin' with no plantiff
A doctor with bad rep, I ain't fit with the most patience
So, I guess I'll be retirin' soon
Don't put me in the hall of fame, I need a mic and a room
In Iverson shoes, 'cause we done still failed durin' testin'
Every time I give 'em answers, they dwelled on the questions
Like, what happens when you fall off?
As long as my music's here, I'll never pass, I'm a ball hog
Ironically, I'ma pass first, a point guard
Always there when you need assistance
Some people swear on the Bible but never read any scriptures
Say practice what you preach but apparently it's forbidden
Y'all just need to witness the clarity in my diction
Eventually you'll stop comparin' me to these niggas
Sometimes a broken lens makes it better to see the vision
I can see who I got with me, it's not many
That's ridin' shotgun like the nigga who popped Ricky
That put it to ya face like the nigga who shot 50
I'm not filthy rich but I'ma die tryin'
To help my people with this state while mothers can stop cryin'
Ran, I appreciate this platform to talk on
Raw talent came here to run the game as it walk on

[Chorus: Ransom]
The fame and the fortune was never real
All I got is these broken promises
My purpose in life is to be the greatest
But how can I do it and stay anonymous?
I'm torn between love and who really hate us
I'm tryin' to catch a break without takin' any hiatus
With thoughts of those people who tried to play us
No love, only hate is tryin' to acknowledge us
All that is left is these broken promises