My Life!
By 50 Cents
When the God Father of RAP (i.e. Rhythm and Poetry) Gil Scott-Heron died in May 2011 it was a reminder of the true meaning of the art-from to raise the conscience from the mundane. The first track on his 1993 album ‘Spirits’- “Message to the Messenger,” was a warning to modern day rappers to take responsibility for their art and their community.
However in recent years artists from various pop genre’s have hinted at the mind control music industry, and how big bucks have been paid form above to pervert any form of consciousness raising using satanic and sexploitative techniques to dumb-down society – a technique that has been barbarically ‘refined’ by the MK-Ultra program ‘Monarch’ without prior knowledge of the willing artiste. Marie Carey is one prime example of an artist and as a victim.
Rapper 50 Cent releases the track “My Life”, featuring Eminem and Adam Levine, as the new single from his fifth studio album “Street King Immortal” due in stores in 2013 via Interscope. “My Life” was produced by Symbolyc One, and its high-budget music video (helicopter included) was filmed in Detroit and directed by Richard “Rich” Lee.
It comes at a time when Grammy award-winning conscientious rapper and singer Lauryn Hill, has been ordered by a judge to “undergo counseling because of her conspiracy theories ” i.e. the music industry oppresses people with actual talent in favor of pumping out mindless nonsense.
Lauryn was sentenced to 3 months in jail followed by three months’ home confinement after failing to pay a tax bill because she had withdrawn from society following threats to her family.
Lauryn over the years has tried to warn young people about how “pop culture cannibalism” is deliberately reducing art and music to turn a whole generation into passive, unthinking consumers.
For that crime, Lauryn has been ordered to undergo brainwashing/ re-education program, a program designed to eliminate questioning the establishment as every human emotion since 2012 has been classified as a mental health problem under the APA DSM-IV-TR Manual. This includes whistleblowers kidnapped and put into a mental institution – a great place for losing one’s mind!
As reported by Prison Planet, The definition of this mental illness is, “a recurrent pattern of negativistic, defiant, disobedient, and hostile behavior toward authority figures that persists for at least 6 months.”
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
But there’s no place to go, no place to go
A lot of confusion, it’s like illusion
Like a movie, got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide, no matter how hard I try
Yeah, 03, I went from quite filthy to filthy rich
Man, their emotions change so I can never trust a bitch
I tried to help niggas get on, they turned around and spit
Right in my face, so Game and Buck, both can s*ck a d*ck
Now when you hear ’em it may sound like it’s some other sh*t
Cause I’m not writing anymore, they not making hits
I’m far from perfect, there’s so many lessons I done learned
If money is evil look at all the evil I done earned
I’m doing what I’m supposed to, I’m a writer, I’m a fighter
Entrepreneur, fresh out the sewer, watch me manoeuver
What’s it to ya? The track I lace it, it’s better than basic
This is my recovery, my comeback, kid
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
There’s no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It’s an illusion like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
No matter how hard I try
While you were sipping your own kool-aid getting your buzz heavy
I was in the f*cking shed sharpening my machete
Sipping on some of that revenge juice, getting my taste buds ready
To wolf down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghett-even?
I think you f*cking meatballs keep on just fo~rgetting
Thought he was finished, motherf*cker, it’s only the bu-ginning
He’s buggin’ again, he’s straight thuggin’, f*ck who he’s o~ffending
He’ll rip your vocal chords out and have them bitches plu~gged in the
Motherf*cking wall with 3000 volts of electru~city
Now take the other end of ’em, then plug them motherf*ckers-in-each
One of your eyesockets cause I thought you might finally fu~cking see
That’ll teach you to go voicing your cocksuckin’ opinio~n to me
I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this sh*t
F*ck letting up, you’re gonna end up ru~gretting you ever betted a~gainst me
Feels like I’mma snap any minute, yeah, it’s happening again
I’m thinking about just saying
“Mother-f*ck everybody that’s up in this bitch, but 50!”
Cause this is all I know, this is why so hard I go
I swear to God I put my heart and soul in this more than anybody knows
I’m trapped, so all I do is rap, but everytime I rap I’m more trapped
And I rap myself right to this bubble, oh I guess it’s bubble wrap
It’s like a vicious cycle, my life’s in a crisis
Christ, how was I supposed to know sh*t would turn up like it did?
Feels like I’m going psycho again
And I might just blow my lid
Sh*t, I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid
Cause I’m running in circles with
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
There’s no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It’s an illusion like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
No matter how hard I try
I haven’t been this f*cking confused since I was a kid
Sold like 40 million records, people forgot what I did
Maybe this is for me, maybe
Maybe I’m supposed to go crazy
Maybe I’ll do it 3 AM in the morning like Shady
Psycho killer, Michael Myers, I’m on fire like a lighter
Try to say this ain’t classic, get your ass kicked mad quick
Wrap your head up in plastic, p*ssy
Now pick the casket, dirt nap with the maggots
It’s tragic, it’s sad it’s
Never gonna end, now we number one again
With that frown on your face, and your heart full of hate
Accept it, respect it
This a gift, God-given, like the air in the lungs
Of every f*cking thing livin’
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
There’s no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It’s an illusion like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
No matter how hard I try
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