Trapped

[Verse 1: Fortay] Hard to guess where to my brain, harness the stress Can't make moves and not be a target I guess Can't start to break through without leaches and fakes Hatin' you for what you do trynna eat off ya plate Started West sparkin' esh, well then a artist I guess Porn stars couldn't fuckin' come harder than F There's no waitin', so I gotta drop tracks hurry Lackin' patience, like I'm doctor Conrad Murray These rappers hate it, comin' with their backward statements But I'm seeing these actors fakin' Been the truth and captivatin' For so long, through the stage of progression No one paying for my songs but they payin' attention Don't blame me if I mention that knowledge ain't free Teachin' shit you won't learn in a college degree They wanna follow me please, do you listen to the raps? I don't do this cause I can, I do this cause I'm trapped [Hook: Fortay] It's a trap, stress got me goin' insane Find me trapped, cause all I know is the game Trapped, tryna figure friends from the foes So I'm trapped, more than you ever will know Trapped, stuck on a mission to ball Trapped, gotta fuckn' give it my all Find me trapped, escapin' through the rhymin' of words So I'm trapped, like my life in the verse [Verse 2: Kerser] Life got me trippin', feelin' stuck in a trap It's like I found my one escape and that is bustin' a rap Got some boys in a cell and they ain't doin' too well They facin' half their life so far until they movin', I dwell On the days where a charge would just sink like a light beer Now I need permission just to visit for five years Life in the trap, yeah they call it a ghetto And that's every where from Mac all the way to Rosemeadows C-Town represent 'till the day that I die Is it wrong I wanna leave and stay away here for life? But then I seem like a change, nah he ain't the same So I can't get away from the streets and the gangs I'm with Fort in the West, spit raw to the death We don't play no Aussie Hip-Hop, brick wall leave 'em fenced And we on to the next one, life in the trap Sick as Ivan Milat, fuckin' knife in ya back, yeah [Hook] [Verse 3: Defiant] Yo I'm trapped in Syn City doin' fucked up things Man I'm still cheatin' life for the pleasure it brings So bad to the point I'm not even feelin' guilty They consider me the scum of the earth, for livin' filthy Some bitches get their hearts broke, fuckin' with death Get drunk, jump in bed over somethin' I said All my friends know I'm a low life, perverted and real This is it I put it down, fuck the commercial appeal And fuck the world, you know it's all the drama We pray and still suffer, it's like the Lord doesn't want us Grew up with nothing more, than a mother's support No respect for the law, Babylon's corruptin' our thoughts So bad that some kids might even slash their wrists Tryna figure out life, we need some answers quick A cocktail of drugs, alcohol and cancer sticks Hip-hop pornographic material and gangsta shit Got you, fantasizing and playing the role Yeah it's all fun and games until one of us lay in a hole Goin' to hell, who's real, time only will tell I need out, my and myself, fuck everyone else