Letra Generation lost B.O.B

Generation lost

Skulls and crossbones and death bandanas
A liquor store in every corner in Atlanta
Cops riding around tossing niggas in the slammer
Tell me, what's wrong, I could really use some answers
Nowadays, everybody wants to be a rapper
About two years ago, everybody was a trapper
Obviously, money is what everybody's after
'Cause slavery ain't changed, it's a modern day disaster
Now these are my words from me to you
Everything you do from your shadows to your shoes
From your chains to your coupe came from the two
Trust me, I would know, I was raised on the two
Okay, now let me just get your attention
I'ma turn the tables so you don't get defensive
I'ma put my bullshit aside for a second
'Cause I can't be fake, 'cause God won't let me
I used to wear a grill because it was the trend
Not because I liked it, I just wanted to fit in
Then I got Eastside tatted on my skin
And I tried to get dreads but my hair was too big
But I was lost, I ain't know who I was
What else was there to do besides look like a thug
So in my senior year at Columbia High
I dropped out of high school when I got signed
B.o.B. was the name, I ain't like Bobby Ray 'cause I was ashamed
But you can call me Bobby Ray from this day forth and
I could give a damn about the fame and fortune
Honestly, I don't even listen to rap
'Cause when I turn the radio on, out comes crap
And if you make good music, that's okay but
On the radio that they don't play
It's easy to see we created a beast
'Cause everybody wants to hear what they don't need
And now all the rappers got a stoller to give you
That bullshit music so they can continue to live
The position that I'm in is quite an interesting predicament, I will admit
But you can count on me 'cause I'm refusing to give in
'Cause I'ma give you music 'cause we need it to exist, bitch
So I'ma play my guitar, rap about aliens and sing about stars
'Til you understand that's what we are
So we ain't got to struggle no more so we don't starve
I swear to God, I love you with every bar
We all got problems that need to be solved
So while I got the mic, I'ma speak my thoughts
And I'ma keep it real 'til the day I fall