Sad Rappers by Tom MacDonald

I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING!

[Verse 1]
Where'd all these suicidal sad rappers come from?
They showed up with those mumble rapper dum-dums
They been prayin' on people with mental illness
And pretendin' to relate to get paid and create a business
They claim to be anxious, say they're depressed
They fakin' it to gain somethin' in common with some fans for a check
It's over-diagnosed so it's becomin' a trend
To say that you're crazy, or insane, or that you're sick in the head
They romanticize the mental pain, we're barely survivin'
And then they glorify the men and women losin' their lives
I'm talkin' Cobain, Lil Peep, Winehouse, Jackson, Williams, Cornell, Bennington
Imagine all the icons that we buried, prolly turnin' in their grave
So they can witness how this sickness is bein' used to get paid
These rappers fabricating symptoms for fame
Their mental illness is the money on their mindIt started rottin' they brains, yeah

[Chorus]
Y'all ain't real from the chains to the gear to the grills
Now it's pain, talkin' tears, takin' pills
Y'all ain't real, I can see it in your eyes, all lies
Y'all guys don't know how we feel
Y'all ain't real enough to deal with us
To feel the love, nah nah nah nah
Y'all just make believe, you claim to be
The same as me, nah nah nah-nah[Verse 2]
People die from depression, these rappers cry for attention
And it's in every single genre you can possibly mention
From pop, to electronic, to rock, to indie, to grunge
They're tryin' to hook you in to usin' the music like it's a drug
Get you addicted to artists that manufacture the target
A lot of people in therapy tryin' to deal with their hardships
Crafted and marketed 'til they had you convinced
That if you followed that person they'll make you fight in your skin
They ain't really tryin' help you, they don't wanna make you better
It's a lie they're tryna sell you so you always buy their records
If you wanna know the truth they want you strugglin' forever
So you look to them for answers with your Visa or your debit
It's like the record labels workin' for pharma
They made anxiety trendy by usin' popular artists
Then use the rappers to promote usin' prescription pills to their audience
They created the problem to sell you pills that will solve 'em
It's brilliant[Chorus]
Y'all ain't real from the chains to the gear to the grills
Now it's pain, talkin' tears, takin' pills
Y'all ain't real, I can see it in your eyes, all lies
Y'all guys don't know how we feel
Y'all ain't real enough to deal with us
To feel the love, nah nah nah nah
Y'all just make believe, you claim to be
The same as me, nah nah nah-nah[Bridge]
Exploiting our problems to benefit
They just wanna get paid
I spent all my money on medicine
Spend all your money on chains
Y'all just exploiting the misery
Poppin' Xannie's to fade
Well I'm throwin' ones into therapy
'Cause all I know is rain

[Chorus]
Y'all ain't real from the chains to the gear to the grills
Now it's pain, talkin' tears, takin' pills
Y'all ain't real, I can see it in your eyes, all lies
Y'all guys don't know how we feel
Y'all ain't real enough to deal with us
To feel the love, nah nah nah nah
Y'all just make believe, you claim to be
The same as me, nah nah nah-nah

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