J-Yak - Social Network lyrics

It feels like... everyone's grown up/ My mom told me itd happen, and rappin's so much... to no avail, no product/ Or... nothing to brag about, im draggin out/ Dope lyricism, but they'd rather hear em spitting Swag me out, swag me out/ Who's in my social network? Tag me now/ I'm tryna make rap that could make me proud, Jay-Z "wow", and Shake break me down, I hate these clowns/ Tryna rate me, lately, J seems down... and sounds... depressed with this/ Those the burdens of a pessimist, urgin for the rest to strap their vests, protect their necks, and wrists/ It's a cold world... but I'm dressed for this, I never claimed I'm the best, I just accepted it/ Like good credit, I would head for the books, steady minded, but I'm all to aware that school is blinding/ So is timing... i've seen love change overnight, seen d** sway sober sight, like....let the instruments hit/ And I never said that I'm above the influence, I just influence it, we spend more time defining legit/ Then finding out niche, quick as a whip, life can change, so just stick to the script, kid/ I'm codependent to an old dimension, the one I won't let go/ The whole "yo, its time to grow" but im so retro, in retrospect/ I'm calling for an SOS... 300 miles from the civilization/ Trials of a tribulation, waitin on some syndication, let's go check/ Electrotech's switching his brain chemistry, the energy/ Drained from his face, replaced identity; capital one/ Light cast from his sun, could catalyze and an*lyze what you done/ Tryna make it in a place embracing statues of some.. lady, a bell that we tried to break/ A hell that we tried escaping... just to find out that its chasing/ The only means of avoidance is through embracing complacence/ Defaced currency, and emergencies, divert beliefs/ Paul will tell you bout it curtains 33/ It's so ominous, the false promises, spotting up all of us/ Enough to bluff an optometrist, hidden in ganja hits/ That's the old me, I say that i've changed/ Or was it evolution, ever proving, that I'm the same/ I just look different, and I don't wanna social network it just looks distant/ Dear Summer, Where's autumn gone?/ My City's been replaced by waste from an atomic bomb../ Ambiance is stranger.. closet of coat hangers/ Bottles with no fragrance, this place I couldn't wait to scape from/ I felt held back... by memories of the culdesac/ We huddled at...then they yell "jack"/ I hear em from a distance/ I ran away after the egg had hit that honda civic/ A little kid too unaware about the world I lived in/ A little kid too unaware about the world i'd live in/ I'd give anything to go back/ To the railroad tracks, snowballs packed, and basketball plaques/ I lacked fear, stress, and reality/ I owned life, love, the whole galaxy/ Never knew of fatality til my gramps died/ The same year, followed the other one, from my dad's side/ Started asking if the past life's concering/ Or determines if youll end in the black night and burning/ "Don't ask twice" its hurting, my mom said/ Inverted my conscience, reworded a third of what I had not yet/ Been answered, see theres crime, dimes, and cancer/ No nine lives to tamper, divine cries for a candle, to flicker/ Or something to switch up, so I can know that he's with us/ And bearing a witness, to the most trying times ive been mixed up, in/ The dim backdrop, and windy road of a matchbox/ In front, settles, my need for a stunt devil, ill slack off/ Moscoto, a lotto ticket, and crack rocks/ The facts not, that im scared of failing, its opposite/ The knowledge I could polish the world I know is a postulate/ For why I'm 'fraid to drop this sh**, apprehension/ The greatest ill in our inner mind, and the reason for half our lessons/ What we shoulda done, what we coulda done/ What we woulda, it'd be gooda, if our hoods were onn/ And our mind's gone, wrap insecurities in the blunt/ But know you'll still have residue every time that you lick it up/ We'll pick it up where you left off, they wait for the pep talk/ Bout bettering life, and right when you set off/ The devils on your shoulder, holding you accoutable/ And saying that you'll always be the same, your not dis-mountable/ Your sins are countable, your bound to go, a couple rounds or so/ It's far from over, turn your life around, I swear its manageable/