Through My Eyes

Longin' desperately to get out of emotional struggle ... From hard times to weak minds I emerge from the trouble (1)
But the anger and despair plagues me from day to day ... No bells of freedom, could I be trapped in my ways ? (2)
Puttin' forth the effort to livin' a better life ... But through my eyes all I see is franticness and strife (3)
If I could bring you to my world to see what I see ... Then you'll visualize the rap world has no place for me (4)
Painfully obvious, I see the picture is to get richer ... I guess theres no room for deep and intellectual scriptures (5)
The end result, borin' delivery and bubble gum lyrics ... Conclusion of disillusion, sedative souls and mindless spirits (6)
Nowadays I see it's all about the bling ... But wouldn't rap be borin' if we were all after the same thing ? (7)
Think about it, would you want to ask you favourate rapper a question ... To get pass all the bullshit and right down to the confession (8)
Like, what happened to hip-ho's glory days of chivalry ? What happened to the unique flows and precise deliveries ? (9)
What happened to the honest and original lyrics ? What happened to the fans touched souls and moved spirits ? (10)
When did "buying the bar" become a essential part of hip-hop ? And when did original lyrics become "not so hot" ? (11)
Now I don't expect you to be all you can be ... I'm tired of the same answers, different questions "I'm just tryin' to do me" (12)
Cause hip-hops streets of gold are tarnished from the unpleasant weather ... The ultimate choice do I survive or get severed ? (13)
From the worldly walk of life it's clear that I made my choice ... To progress as a individual, finally I can rejoice (14)