I'm a Rapper, Too

No Offense, But Please Take Offense

You think you know me,
you're out your ignorant mind
with psychotic impulses, and third eye blind
to the real world you're empty,
a shallow shell of shame
so sick of the cliche,
always searching for a scapegoat, or someone to blame
a felon knows more about the world and its equation
than one without a brain in its silent sedation
with negativity seeping through such hollow skin
you can't see the beauty of truth and hope
you turn to what's wrong to try and cope
you're always searching for the hurt to just go away, end
i'll believe when i see that you changed, my friend
close your legs, open a book
and find spirtuality
instead of looking for another to express sexuality
it doesn't matter how you dress, it's how you prove intelligence
and all this madness in the press and the media, it's irrelevance
think about how you really should be,
and all of what you could be
i hope you cry when you realize that you aren't happy
when you toss away pride and you give yourself away
to someone who only really wants you for a day
learn from mistakes, because change is real
learn to express the things you feel
don't let them walk away with a piece of you
you can never have back
and you'll matter to few
you know damn well what i'm saying is true
so take a second to think it through