Dear Rappers - 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 being famous and wealthy

I’m 28 and still praying 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 fuckin' 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 the boom-box and sit up by my desk

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

These days it’s like you don’t have nothing left

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

Everything is digital, I mean no disrespect

But I’m paying even more, and you give me even less

What the fuck?

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 hoe»

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 drug addict on TV

I can’t hear another fucking song about abusing medication that I had to take,

just to stay alive

There’s more important shit than what you wear and where you live

And who you fuck and what you drink and what you spend and what you drive

Rappers full of bullshit

Rap just a marketing vehicle

For the product that the man wants you to buy

Rap about a full clip

Rappers just promoting different liquors and varieties or ways that you could

die

Yeah

Dear rappers, can you help me?

Are you almost out of alcohol to sell me?

Tell me

Cause drinking every night can’t be the way to getting wealthy

If I’m really bein' honest all this shit is overwhelming

I need someone to look up to

You’re living in a country that elected Donald Trump

You’re living in a country where police are killing people every day and all

you wanna talk about is doin' drugs

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 fuck 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 fuckin' 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 teaching me to live like I know you never would

What you’re preaching to these kids is keeping 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 drug 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 drug addict on TV