Tomorrow's learning

A Story by joe

For the youth

I’m sorry for not talking about thuggin but loving, spitting with beats that are darker and deeper than the rhymes you write and practice night and day... sweating and aching from the painstaking efforts of hustling and busting my a*s in order for producers to say come another day... I know these struggles of an everyday n***a no one trying to make his own success in a god forsaking world, business and cut throat ambitions set nothing but loose interpretations of a realistic struggle of a nobody trying to make a living, writing, of everyday attempts, realizing I am a failure in whatever I do, until I grow contempt with what is made and see my sales and money grow because the 99 just as broke, can relate, taking profits into consideration of the injustice that just happened so I give shout outs to those I owe without a cent coming out of my pockets, taking food stamps and earnings out of the people’s wallets in order to make myself self indulgent records praising a fantasy world of ignorance, non existent in today’s reality, only to spoil the youth , feigning contribution and my reason for writing making mediocre music with no message but irrelevance and arbitrary desire.

and you walk and talk as if everything’s alright and you lie with a fake smile on your face , when in time you just don’t realize.. its alright there’s no need for lies were alright. I've got you all in my mind picking away at your sense with lack of judgement slowly losing competence until you are drugged from the perfume of my lyrics bringing back memories of unknown feelings. Tenderness in your life where you experienced a moment of the industry’s harsh reality that is my chorus and bridge