Dear Rappers (Explicit) - Tom MacDonald

Man it's easy for these rappers who have it all

Talk about the days when they used to be sad

I guess I can't relate to bein' famous and wealthy

I'm 28 and still prayin' for the day I have a chance

Maybe y'all can help me out though

I'm just tryna take care of my household

I don't even wanna make my mouth gold

I just wanna win before the system

That I'm in gets a hold of me again

And starts to squeeze under my chin until I'm out cold

Dear rappers can you help me

I'll even take a selfie with your album that I bought

I got every single CD that you ever f**kin' dropped

I spent everything I had and I never have a lot oh my god what a mess

Your words help me deal with the stress

Used to contemplate my suicide the nights I was depressed

Used to pop you in a boom-box and sit up on my desk

Listen to your music 'til I felt it in my chest but

These days it's like you don't have nothin' left

Your music feels kinda like you're tryna write a check

Everything is digital I mean no disrespect

But I'm payin' even more and you give me even less what the f**k

You taught me to think you taught me to grow

You taught me the things to survive on my own

But now you teach me to drink you teach me to smoke

You teach me to think every woman's a ho

I don't want your Xanax bars

Or your fancy foreign cars

Throw your money in my face

And try to tell me that it's art

No no no no no

No no no no no yo

Just a ** addict on TV

I can't hear another f**kin' song about abusin' medication

That I had to take just to stay alive

There's more important s**t than

What you wear and where you live

And who you f**k and what you drink

And what you spend and what you drive

Rappers full of bullshit

Rappers just a marketing vehicle for the product

That the man wants you to buy

Rap about a full clip

Rappers just promotin' different liquors

And varieties of ways that you could die yeah

Dear rappers can you help me

Are you almost out of alcohol to sell me tell me

'Cause drinkin' every night can't be the way to gettin' wealthy

If I'm really bein' honest all this s**t is overwhelmin'

I need someone to look up to

You're livin' in a country that elected Donald Trump

You're livin' in a country where police are killin' people every day

And all you wanna talk about is doin' **s

You've been blinded by the money you've been blinded by the cars

You've been blinded by the women don't know who the f**k you are

Thought I knew you when I spent a hundred dollars on a ticket to your show

And now I feel like you stole my f**kin' money and I'm broke

Man you taught us how to rap and you taught us how to dress

And you taught us how to act if we wanted to impress

Now you're teachin' me to live like I know you never would

What you're preachin' to these kids is keepin' them inside the hood

I don't want your Xanax bars

Or your fancy foreign cars

Throw your money in my face

And try to tell me that it's art

No no no no no

No no no no no

Just a ** addict on TV

I don't want your Xanax bars

Or your fancy foreign cars

Throw your money in my face

And try to tell me that it's art

No no no no no

No no no no no

Just a ** addict on TV yeah