Constant confusion, I want it to vanish
Lack of communication and we speak the same language
And when we do talk, opinions are never candid
I cant stand it
I prefer silence instead of verbal violence
Its pointless, fakin
No real conversation
No real destination
Just a guess decision
Tossin out words and don’t know the definition
Coming outaa the mouths of these rap artists
End of the song he's right back where he started
This kinda commercial rap music
Lacks movement
The topics are nonsense
Toxic to our souls
Killin, weapons, expensive cloths
Women degration, the money they makin
Im sorry we aint relatin
I know yall been waitin
For music worth makin…..