Dopamine

[Verse 1]
What ever happened to the American dream
We're blinded by the cream, we can’t see what we're suppose to be
Nobodies focusing overloaded with dopamine
Instagram's the final act, watch me reveal the opening
You best believe that I mastered the art
Of passionately crafting words I come in to yea I’m fresh of the ark
Me and Mark had the neighborhood on lock after dark
So many memories man where do i start, uhh
Growing up I used to hang with older kids
Shooting dice on the bus, I don’t know who roll it is
I don’t know who roll it is, smoking just to cope with stress
Smoking turned to money, money turned to pills, pills to poker chips
Rest in peace to Victor never thought we’d all lose him
Playing gin at 2AM, look how big the pots brewing
I talked about God to him, what was i doing
Popping OxyContin while I’m preaching
Ain’t no reason Victor gave his life to Jesus before death, how does God do it
Chose to use me in despite my filthiness
Maybe that's called grace, I swear I ain’t use to this
Had to do my own research
To make sure I see it ain’t bout what I did for Him, its what He’s done for me
Looking around, what do I see, so many peeps, giving the dream they had written on their heart the blind eye like no attention
Y’all so defensive when I bring up the truth
I was depressed until I searched my heart and dug for the root
But y’all don’t listen, y’all just wanna keep on opening wounds, boom
I been saying this since the days of band camp, only difference is I put a cape on
Dan dan dant dant
Yippitie yippiti yap yap
That's all I hear from people, if you never sharpen your craft don’t expect to see the sequel
Flow is lethal I inject it
Hold the needle i’m infected
Go to steeple pray to heaven
Oh you real I’m detective
Hold a peter piping second boy, just wait a minute
Why you say that Satan did it
You the one that said yes
Sin is so relentless go and ship it off like FedEx

[Interlude]
Not UP... I mean
Actually UPS I thoug.... Nah, that's actually the worst
Amazon, Amazon Prime... they prey at your door

[Verse 2]
I swear that when it comes to bars these people cannot hold me
When I’m shooting trash inside the can, man I’m forever screaming Kobe
Tears for weeks, my lady helped me handle that his jersey hangin' in the stu' man ask me if I’m selling that
So efficient with the written’s, G.O.D. He gets the credit
So prolific when I'm spitting, hopefully He the one that said it
I'm not here cause I’m special
Just a college bill, steward over finance, is something that my Father wills
No more popping pills, I had to give it up
Wanted to cop a mill, but now I’m acting different bruh
I got married, didn’t think that long distance would be tough
Waiting on them written notes, but now I get em' in my lunch
When I be thinking about it, I’m going and flowing and rolling with syllables
Most of the love that I see is philos, but not today give em' agape
Bombay, that's the coach from mighty ducks
Imma freestyle the rest of this, n' yall don't give a crap
Wow, hear we go yeah, how I'm flowing
Got my dawgs Hazel to the left, I am flowing
This is freestyle, that's how I do
People ask me to freestyle, I say no
That didn't rhyme, but that's how imma end it
Freestyle, everytime I get inventive

[Outro]
I'm not a freestyler, I'm a writer
Chill
Christian rappers, this is a PSA
If someone is going through something don't just give them the Christian easy answer, "You just need a touch from God."
In as much as that is true, maybe walk with that person, empathize with them, have compassion on them
Things are a process
Stop waiting for that one moment, that one magical moment
Sometimes things take time, things take discipline, fasting and praying
Enough of the Christian-ese answers