The Truth of The Youth.

This song just calls out the millennials mind set. The lyrics are beautiful at times. Just straight up about how young people think these days and just shows the complete error in it.

"Ill Mind Of Hopsin 5"

Man I hate rap, but if the shoe fits wear it.
I’ve become a freak of nature all the kids stare at.
Who walk around bumping RAW with the shit blaring, saying fuck school and dropping out like a miscarriage.
I’m embarrassed, and I’m ashamed I’ve played a part in this devilish game making your common sense perish.
But I ain’t taking the full blame cause most of you chumps running around here ain’t never had strict parents.
All of your brain cells rotting from weed.
You feeling like if you ain’t got it your life’s not as complete.
You having sex with every motherfucking body you see.
With a past so dark, that Satan'd jump out of his seat.
But still you out in these streets, thinking you hot as can be.
Without the knowledge to lead, so you just follow the sheep.
Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean.
While your favourite rappers like, yeah he got it from me.
You’ve been brainwashed by a fake life that you used to living.
When I say the word fun, what do you envision?
Probably drinking and smoking out with your crew and chilling with clueless women you try and bang, bumping new edition.
Is that all you think life really is?
Well if so, then you’re a fucking idiot.
I honestly feel like grabbing your head and hitting it.
Matter fact, you don’t even deserve a brain, GIVE ME IT.
Do you even have any goals?
Aside from bagging these hoes.
And packing a bowl.
Well let me guess, NO.
You’re only in school because your parents make you go.
When all you do is play beer pong and hang out with your bros.
Yo, society’s got you living for a whack cause.
You’re a fucking adult with no skills at all.
You don’t read any books or play ball.
You don’t draw, you literally do nothing at all.
Still you fiend for the glamorous fruits you don’t have, cause you idolize rappers that do.
And all they say is, ‘I got money and it’s stacked to the roof’.
And now you think that it’s gon’ magically just happen to you? How?
Your lazy ass don’t commit to labour.
You pick something up, try it out, and put it down two-minutes later.
Then you complain about your life cause it ain’t getting catered.
Now whoever tries to call you on your bullshit’s a hater.
You want to succeed you have to try.
Or one day you’ll get older and regret it all cause you can’t provide.
Your friends are low-lives don’t act surprised.
Look, just cut the bad fruit off of the tree, make the sacrifice.

Girls, stop acting like you want a guy with traits like Romeo.
Bitch! That’s a fucking lie.
You always talk about how every man’s fake and you can’t take it, and you want something real, shut up tramp, save it.
Twice a week you put on your make-up and damn bracelets and head to the club, half naked with your ass shaking.
Pulling a low-life nigga who claim he cash making.
Till you let him hit and find out he works at a gas station.
One of them niggas got you pregnant, and you can’t raise it.
But you caused it, your actions made a fat statement.
You want Romeo? Then act patient.
And stop fronting, like he in the club, posting in the back waiting.
It’s the club, where guys put on a new persona.
After they get loaded with a few Coronas.
They always shouting and wile out with habits that very few condone of.
Then they look for beautiful, brainless bitches like you to bone ‘em.
Then when they leave you, you cry and cry.
Talking ‘bout, "Oh my god I can’t find a guy, I’ve spent so many years and I’ve tried and tried, why am I even on Earth? I should die."
You want Romeo, you’re not worthy, you’re cock thirsty.
You’re nasty and probably got Herpes.
Sometimes the secret to find, is to stop searching.
Try a new formula, cause your last one’s not working.

The term ‘real nigga’ is publicly used.
And I need to know what it means, cause I’m fucking confused.
Are you one? For always busting your tool, with nothing to lose, or something to prove, to homies up in your crew.
Is it because you selling drugs to get loot
And brag about how done been shot and stabbed, like it's fun to be you?
But your life’s a struggle right, you just hustling through.
Nah, you hamster ass nigga, you just stuck in the loop.
Man, why do black people got to be the only ones who can’t evolve.
Cause you in the streets acting like a Neanderthal.
It’s clear you can’t stand the law, you lost as an abandoned dog.
And all you interested in is fighting, rapping and basketball.
I can’t even fuck with you.
Cause if we out in public you gon’ get caught stealing some shit and get my ass in trouble too.
You’ll get old and be nothing.
Living life in these streets thugging, and starting shit with anybody, mean mugging.
Look at you, a real nigga, thinking your life’s cool.
Girls used to turn me down for guys who were like you.
Till you grabbed their heart and shoved a spear head right through.
Then they regret it because it wasn’t the right move.
Your real nigga talk seems bogus.
A real nigga don’t brag about being real, as long as he knows it.
And his future doesn’t seem hopeless.
A real nigga stays out of jail, handles shit and he keeps focused.

So all you rappers whose soul is out on the wrong.
You inspired the issue I wrote about in this song.
You go to prowl on the young.
Who roam around in the slums.
See this is what happens when rap is overcrowded with bums.
Hope the hour is long, when I’m rolling out with your tongue.
The man above is my guide, you know the power is strong.
All you menacing freaks, are only in this for cheese.
And the mass controlled limit was breached, FUCK Hip Hop.
They only in it for cheese.
And any eye witness can see, they purposely making the innocent weak.
My existence on this planet’s for you, I ain’t only here to benefit me.
Yo, we need to make a change while there’s still time.
It is hard, and sometimes I struggle trying to reveal mine.
I can guide you if you feel blind.
I just need you to be willing to journey into my Ill Mind.

I Completely Relate on Hopsins View of Higher Power.

Man its like this guy ripped the thoughts out of my head with this one. His view on a higher power which totally reflects mine. Very Deep and beautiful song.

"Ill Mind Of Hopsin 7"

[Intro/Outro:]
It’s us, find power
Live life, mind power
It’s us, find power
Live life, mind power

Yo, fuck anybody I might alarm
Life is a tour, I sit and ride along
Taking some notes and then I write the song
I’m staring down the road my life has gone
Is this where I belong?
Is it wrong to not believe in right and wrong?
My mental state is fucking me up
And I cry the pond while asking you for some answers
But we don’t have that type of bond
That my desires gone with the way that I’ve been living lately
If I died right now, you’d turn the fire on
Sick of this bullshit, niggas call me a sellout
Cause I hopped on Christianity so strongly then I fell out
Now I’m avoiding questions like a scared dog with his tail down
Feeling so damn humiliated because they looking at me like I’m hellbound
What story should I tell now? I’ll just expose the truth
I'm so close to the fucking edge, I should be close to you
But who the fuck are You? You never showed the proof
And I’m only fucking human yo, what am I supposed to do?
There’s way too many different religions with vivid descriptions
Begging all fucking men and women to listen
I can’t even beat my dick without getting convicted
These ain’t wicked decisions, I got different intentions
I've been itching to get it, I’ve been given assistance
But the whole fucking system is twisted
Now I’m dealing with this backlash because Marcus isn't a Christian
And I’ve been told that my sinful life is an addiction
But I can’t buy it, it’s just too hard to stand beside it
I need an answer and humans can’t provide it
I look at the Earth and Sun and I can tell a genius man designed it
It’s truly mind blowing, I can’t deny it
Is heaven real? Is it fake? Is it really how I fantasize it?
Where’s the Holy Ghost at? How long it take Man to find it?
My mind’s a nonstop tape playing and I can’t rewind it
You gave me a Bible and expect me not to analyze it?
I’m frustrated and you provoked it
I’m not reading that motherfucking book because a human wrote it
I have a fucking brain, you should know it
You gave it to me to think to avoid every useless moment
It was a mission that I had to abort
Cause humans be lying with such an inaccurate source
It’s gon’ be hard to put me back on the course
Next Jehovah’s Witness to come on my porch
I swear I’m slammin’ the door
A lot of folks believe it though, but I’m not surprised
Humans are fucking dumb, still thinking that Pac’s alive
I ain’t trying to take your legacy and torch it down
I’m just saying: I ain’t heard shit from the horse’s mouth
Just sheep always telling stories of older guys
Who were notarized by you when you finally vocalized
Now I’m supposed to bow my head and close my eyes
And somehow let the Holy Ghost arise
Sounds like a fucking Poltergeist
Show yourself and then boom it's done
Every rumor’s gone, I no longer doubt this shit, you’re the One
I’ll admit that my sinful ways was stupid fun
And all my old habits can hop onto of a roof to plunge
I’ll donate to a charity that could use the funds
Fuck the club, instead of bitches I’d hang with a group of nuns
And everyone that I ran into would know what I came to do
I wouldn't take a step unless it was in the name of You
I hate the fact that I have to believe
You haven’t been chatting with me like you did Adam and Eve
And I ain’t seen no fucking talking snake unravel from trees
With an apple to eat, that shit never happens to me
I don’t know if you do or don’t exist, it is driving me crazy
Send your condolences, this is me reaching to you so don’t forget
If hell is truly your pit of fire and I get thrown in it
I’mma probably regret the fact that I ever wrote this shit
My gut feeling says it’s all fake
I hate to say it but fuck it, shit I done lost faith
This isn’t a small phase, my perspective’s all changed
My thoughts just keep picking shit apart all day
And in my mind I make perfect sense
If you aren’t real then all my prayers aren’t worth a cent
That would mean that I could just make up what my purpose is
And I could just sit in church and say “fuck” in the services
Man what if Jesus was a facade?
Then that would mean the government’s god
I feel like they’ve been brainwashing us with a lot
So much that we don’t even notice that we’re stuck in the box
Man everything is “what if”, why is it always “what if”
Planet Earth “what if”, the universe “what if”
My sacrifice “what if”, my afterlife “what if”
Every fucking thing that deals with you is fucking suspect
I’m fucking done, I’m fucking done
This is my fucking life and I’m living it, I’m having fun
If you really care for me, prove that I need to live carefully
But I’ll be damned if I put my own pleasure aside for an afterlife that isn’t even guaranteed
We are you, and you’re us, stop playing games
My life’s all I got, and heaven is all in my brain
And when I feel I am in hell, my ideas are what get me through pain
Do as you please, and I’ll just do me
I’m a human, I’ll stay in my lane
Ill mind

I just really relate to these songs. This guy is one of the realest I have ever heard. These two messages hit home with me and I felt as though I should share them with all of you. You can either read it or listen to it. Simply Hopsin is not a puppet . He is a freethinker that is able to vocalize his thoughts. Beautiful message from Hopsins music as always.

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