Forsaken

Yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Dear brother, what a strange disposition I relate to the rhymes on the pages you've written Especially that line bout one of eight siblings Hope ya follow ya dream and stay out of prison A lot kids wards of state, slaves to the system Letting emotions dictate how they're living And I know what ya saying bout making a difference But it's hard to change the fact entertainments a business And the bullshit can test a cat's creative conviction When all ya gots these words translating your vision Don't be discouraged by the haters and critics The pains another source of inspirational lyrics Never say that I'm gifted, my dedications religious I don't need it explained, everyday is a privilege A lot of good people have never made it to hear this Dear brother, hope this letter raises your spirits [Hook] It don't make no sense, it don't make none Some get a break and the rest are forsaken It don't make no sense, it don't make none [Verse 2] Dear sister, I got ya burnt CD And felt the urgency when I heard you speak Especially that song called "Earn your keep" Did you really have a sister that worked the street? Yeah I know what you mean bout words are cheap But sometimes they cut deep like surgery And I tried to believe that we learn to breath But the, truth burns like the third degree I get a lot of demos, but you're the MC To make 3 minutes feel like eternity Wearing your heart on your sleeve with uncertainty And there's no-one else I prefer to succeed I hope ya, nurture the dream, murder the beat And change every stereotype we learn to perceive Dear sister, you're disturbing our sleep Dear sister, we all got dirt on our feet [Hook] It don't make no sense, it don't make none Some get a break and the rest are forsaken It don't make no sense, it don't make none [Verse 3] This is dedicated to the next generation From the school of hard knocks with the best education Sorry bout the time it took to reply Don't ever, think I forgot or pushed you aside You can, read my mind with a look in the eye But I got no good advice a book couldn't provide Everybody's gotta survive a crooked design They couldn't divide us with a butcher's knife, ay! I could have been another kid from the flats Addicted to smack, no-one was gonna give me a hand Had to stand on my own two, stick to the plan When shit hit the fan, like the pyramid bank Had to recognize, realise, remember what it feels like Unemployed on the dole, trynna keep the skills tight Trynna keep the dream alive before the will dies See you at the end of the line [Hook] It don't make no sense, it don't make none Some get a break and the rest are forsaken It don't make no sense, it don't make none