Don't want "woes". Just want "Whoa!"s.

Flow.

Yo...

I'm not a famous rapper,

And I'll probably never be.

I don't got a million dollars, a nice ride, or unlimited weed.

I only read to feel high,

Or write with all emotion.

I don't give a f**k about your parties,

Or your bottle of wine toasting.

Why would I care when I know the world is in shambles,

Piecing it together while your blinding yourself with materials.

Then when you lose it you feel crunchy like cereal-

5 minutes of fame is over,

Back to the clean up aisle.

We all wanna live good and not end up a crook in the hood,

But life doesn't play out the way that we think that it should.

If that was the case we wouldn't be starving.

If that was the case we'd all still be in school,

And these whack teachers would end up outsmarted.

The world is far from perfect-

It's still looking dark.

And I can understand why so many people just lose their heart.

Let it sink to the bottom of the well, trying to live swell-

Only to get pissed off at all the bills in the mail!

We get scared, go cowardly, and turn tail-

But with that fight or flight response,

Can we look down on those who failed?

This is a nightmare,

Pinch me when it's over.

Or wake me up when these politicians start thinking more sober.

This experience is a trap,

And we're allowing it to cage us.

So that's why we're gonna live to reach happiness or bust.

Naw homie,

I don't hate you for selling drugs.

But I wish we were all at the point where we didn't have to do that to feel needed and loved.

Go find a bigger purpose.

And no matter what anyone says,

You're not worthless.