[Angelisa]
My people perish for lack of knowledge
They work hard to look like they balling
But they can't fill out an application for college, ironic
Mainstream media, selling the false ideology that it matters in what you see
So my people get consumed with thoughts like
"I wonder what they'll think about me"
And if you don't believe me, look at our children
I mean, how many more have to commit suicide
Because they didn't have the right shoes or their clothes weren't labeled right?
We are living in a society where perfection is a disease
Where the five senses have to be pleased
We're still in slavery singing, "Give me free"
And you wonder why we can't get no higher
So you turn to smoking trees, my people
So focused on, the tightest whips, the fliest kicks
Believing that image will make more friends
Not realizing that we are royalty
And forgetting who's image we are made in
Sagging pants, the latest dance
Some of our children can't spell their last name
But you can see 'em over their twerking
And our parents aren't even ashamed, my people
Getting turnt up, when the light's getting turned off
Gotta be fresh from head to toe if people gon' believe you boss
Music been on life support for so long, we finally seen the death of hip-hop
Society's fallen victim to the schematics of, college educated rappers
Not realizing they're paying homage to their own ignorance
With their, basic rhymes and their highlighted crimes and their degrading women
And y'all still dancing to this?
Where is God?
What happened to teaching our youth
Training them up in the way they should go
I see more youth, having more youth
Young men money-hungry, slanging dope
My people, praising the path to ratchetness
Despising God cause they feel, like
Too young to learn about righteousness
Sacrificing who they are just to say
They lived life and was happy?
When merely, they are just drunk in their ways thinking
"At least I was fly"
Yo, this is Hipsavvy