Its the Same

[Verse 1]
I'm reaching for the stars, is it worth it?
I'm dreaming that society is perfect
I always have to do a little searching
'Cause the rap game, I view it like a circus
My purpose while I'm serving
I'm criticising what these niggas rap about
There's not enough talented rappers here to balance out
Radios play the same shit to drown us out
And leave up to the fans to become the talent scout
The blogs only play who they wanna play
Or better yet they only play who is gonna pay
Unless it's controversial like 'an artist shot today'
It's a bunch of shit like this standing in my way
Talent's overlooked
I'm misunderstood
When I speak out on the things that affect the hood
It's a well know illusion that I'm doing good
I'm just asking forgiveness, doing what I could

[Hook]
Everyday it's the same old thing
The pressures of the world all in my brain
And I just want another way to maintain
This so hard when it's the same old thing
It's the same old thing
Just to get ahead in life
The stress always keeps me awake at night
I did some foul things, tryna make it right
But still it's the same old thing
It's the same old thing

[Verse 2]
See the pain in my eyes as I'm tryna make it
While the military's overseas in the station
And my skin colour placed me with a limitation
Social media's the one raising our generation
I just wanna travel the globe
Search for places unknown
Ingest foreign culture, calling it home
But meanwhile working like a slave for a small wage
Without enough income to keep my bills paid
That's the real trap as they saying crime pays
To make a months salary quicker than three days
Hoping that my dream pans out
Having conversations with my kids saying
They don't have to stand out
Just be theyself
The loneliness and need for acceptance
Could have 'em locked up doing a sentence
But since I gotta work jobs in order just to feed 'em
How am I supposed to find the time just to teach 'em?
Got a heavy workload and a boss on my back
Was only interested in numbers and stats
He don't care that you feeling detached
He don't care that you work seven days without a day off
As you sending the fax and the bills keep piling
As I hear the sirens, police brutality
Another young man dying
Funeral expenses while the family is crying
In the concrete jungle while my heart's of a lion

[Hook]
Everyday it's the same old thing
The pressures of the world all in my brain
And I just want another way to maintain
This so hard when it's the same old thing
It's the same old thing
Just to get ahead in life
The stress always keeps me awake at night
I did some foul things, tryna make it right
But still it's the same old thing
It's the same old thing