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A look in the mirror…


My self portrait shows a man that the wealth tortured
Self-absorbed with his own self-portrait
A shelf full of awards
Worshiping the war ships that set sail on my sea of life
When I see my own self I wonder if we still see a light
We was tight seeing lights
Speaking right and breathing life
Now I see my demons and barely even sleep at night
I don’t get high…life keeps me at a decent height
As the old me I predicted all my recent plights
Exhausted. Trying to fall asleep. Losses at my recent fights
Burdens on my shoulders now, burnin’ all my motives down
Inspiration drying up, motivation slowing down

I’m begging me don’t let me go
We vow like the letter “Oh”
To never go our separate ways
And spin-off into separate shows
Tired of all the wardrobe changin’
Playing all these extra roles
Filled with all these different spirits
Livin’ off these separate souls
Point in life is getting hollow
Can’t wait for the exit hole
Give me room. The entry room. Let me in and let me go
So I can roam around this wilderness
See it for what it really is
I’m prepared to filter list
Magnify the youth in me, alibi the shootin’ spree
Amplify the revolution, sanitize the lunacy
Strip away the justice, justify the scrutiny
I can see the lasers shootin’ out of you and me

Sometimes I feel like the world
Sometimes I feel like the world is against me
And everything that I’ve done before
I swear we used to be so pure
But we can’t be in love no more
Cause I don’t wanna fight this war
But when I put down my gun
I turn around and pick up one
This uzi weighs a ton, but I think I’m done!

Lupe Fiasco Edited

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Sincerely Lupe Fiasco


We interrupt this broadcast,
To bring you a special message about the forecast,
The future’s cloudy and it’s raining on the poor class,
The roads to peace are closed, and the traffic’s on the war paths,
Love is balling on a budget, the military says
It’s gon need more cash, to keep fighting for your gas
Keep us in our hoods and hope we never explore pass,
Stay inside of your half, believe the lies you learn in your class,
That there’s no treasure in your trash, & the ceiling has the same feeling,
That the floor has, and that’s where you should stay,
This is what they play over and over again
And we know,
When we call in,
And nothing’s free,
Sounds to me like,
State run radio
You’re now tuned into the weakest,
Frequency of fear, keep you locked right here,
And hope you never leave this, never be a leader,
Think inside the box, and follow all procedures,
Never ever believe that, you will never need this,
Hit up all your friends and tell them to repeat this,Hi, you’re on the air, now what you want to hear?
Well we ain’t got the truth, but how about a remix?
Different is never good, good is only what we pick,
You ain’t got a hit, unless it sounds like these did,
Not too smart you will be a superstar,
And if you dumb or something maybe you could be number one
So beware whats on the air waves,
And be more aware of whats not gettin air played,
Independent spirit you can barely hear what they’re sayin,
Youth ain’t gettin on like shampoo on an airplane.
Propaganda is everywhere, constantly on replay,
All the hits all the time back to back on relay,
We’re really where it lives, make em hear the records we play,
Build your own station, become your own DJ.You must be, a radio station,
And who are we, we must be,
A number one song, spinning all day long,
And you put me, in daily rotation,
You’re on the air,
We know you’re scared,
But we don’t care,
We’ll play this here,
And over again,And we know when,
When we call in,
And nothing’s free,
Sounds to me like,
State run radio