Wrekonize - How Come lyrics

[Intro: Wrekonize] Huh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, how come Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, how come Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, how come Uh, uh [Verse 1: Wrekonize] How come they tax me just for making some bread? I used to love being alive, so how come I can't wait 'til I'm dead? How come the music's all I got in this life? Pa**ed down through my father even though the music biz'ed trife How come I always feel a hand in my pocket? And when I check mics they always bounce into vanishing profit How come radio don't give us no play? When our music sounds better only we don't have the money to pay How come the world still listens to Simon? How come the ones who opens doors for me Know the least of what's behind 'em? How come my girl stands close to my side? Still when I swore that it was sure I'd be alone when I die Why does high school seem miles away? And the ones who rush to borrow college money don't seem higher today How come I haven't let the politics damn me? And how come the worst Hip Hop songs get charted for a Grammy? [Hook: Wrekonize & Vinia Mojica] (2X) How come? (Gotta live on, gotta fight on, got to tell me, how come) How come? I'm forced to live a middle cla** dream, when the upper cla** is where we belong [Verse 2: Wrekonize] How come they treat the working man like a savage? How come I hate my ex girl, but truth be told I think, I'd still be down to smash it How come these cats be hating on my sk**? How come these local rappers hate on each other before they get a deal? How come some friends are like nephews and nieces How come when tryin' to satisfy all parties my heart be left in pieces? The heat, the clips, how come some rappers fake the street sh**? Talking smack, but when the battle starts they actin' Heathcliff How come I started back in London as a quiet child And ended up a fastfood junkie rocking a hyper style How come musicians sign their first deal with kneepads And when we open up for major acts we get the feedback How come these days it be easier to hate, than to feel Much easier to fake, than be real I'd rather blast facts than to catch ma** appeal But how come all that matters now is just the fact you caught a deal [Hook] (2X) [Outro: Vinia Mojica] How come, how come, how come, how come