Cali - Shallow Matters lyrics

This is what we call schizophrenia society Split personas, fear mortality It seems we practice logical sobriety Cause thinking correctly just doesn't exist Where they blow your house down if it's made with sticks Well, That why I made mine with bricks Took some bars, so they could accredit me with lethal words Where only the real ones can acquire moral worth But some never see the dirt Their memory stays in work I'm talking about 2pac, all the greats, with tracks like a fossil Guiding armies of lost souls I'm here to speak the truth, loudly, but quiet, because of a racial disposition Twisted by intuition To pay my tuition Get educated, my message is highly applicable The flavor contained within my soul is something critical My chances of listening are minuscule I mean to literal Look past my aesthetics, stop being so cynical I'm highly equip with this vernacular apparatus My hands develop callous I write so much, but the dedication will help me build a palace Chorus The bigger picture is depicted in grey As our fate is displayed, where our bodies lay It's the hard way Don't follow social patterns Don't succumb to people's talons It's just a discussion of shallow matters To right all my wrongs, I pay these repirations Further my positive reputation This is some old school resuscitation It's my homage to the creation Doing this dance with the devil Holding hands. Hold my lyricism to another level I'm lyrically trained With the left side of my brain For logical thinking I never keep the right side strained I'm out if your range Wage war with lyrics I wade Made the necks of the rest of them crane That would suppress my creative mind What's a diamond in the rough if it didn't get it's time to shine Living sublime Without the sun you can't remain an entity in their shadow Don't settle with it, stand tall, these trenches are shallow Chorusx2 The bigger picture is depicted in grey As our fate is displayed, where our bodies lay It's the hard way Don't follow social patterns Don't succumb to people's talons It's just a discussion of shallow matters But god damn who is going to listen I make an impression Seems half of the country suffers from depression Well, Religion spills blood Money brings tyrants into office The footsteps of progression stuck in the mud Our pride in fundamentals is making us obnoxious I know we can't achieve world peace But to keep a piece You have to be a p**y if you live by your streets Acapella: I don't need a beat I leave your mentality deceased When my poetic justice puts you on my leash Heal, bow down It's the 90s boombap sound In the underground. Hear us loud As we come around.l Society doesn't need segregation, we need warriors I do it through music, simultaneous drop them in order Intravenously through venomous lyricism so they have a speed dial for the coroner