Wrong Era - MZM

I don’t care how I come across and what they gonna say

But let’s keep it a buck, I’m thankful for another day

Though I need to pray more, gratitude never compromised

Spiritual to a fault but culture made me ostracized

Trying to ride, cannot decide, directions that we headed in

The world’s coming across sick, it’s time for the medicine

Everything’s disguised, under fuck shit as a guise

None the wise, then shit happens and everyone’s surprised

Society’s all fucked, of course I’m gonna make jokes

The snooziest muthafuckas always talk about they stay woke

Hip Hop went from expression, struggle, oppression, trouble

To now being drugged the fuck out till the talk is mumbled

I’m stubborn as a mule, bullheaded, I’m a survivalist

I’m old Chicago, before they gentrified this bitch

So if I ain’t caught on, I’m good, I ain’t adapt to it

Whatever year I’m stuck in, these bars’ll take me back to it

Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in the wrong year

As the world turns, I’m tryna pinpoint what’s wrong here

As days pass, the downpour represents strong tears

Yeah… I’m stuck in the wrong era

Lemme share some thoughts, let’s talk about what irks me

Let’s talk about Chicago Illinois, the city that birthed me

Build a new Chicago, them signs you see everywhere

But build the shit for who?

When the fuck they ever care?

Driving common folk out, making room for tourists

Of course it’s some horse shit, we speak and they ignore us

No help for inner city youth, so of course there’s animosity

I’d rather see them drop the guns and jump inside a boxing ring

Shot after gunshot, but here’s what else bothers me

Do time for grams, poison water and get off with ease

The world becomes digital and brains become feeble

Now all we got is a bunch of smartphones with dumb people

Pop culture got you dumbed down, y’all be damned to shit

Can’t spell at all, but could name them Kardashians

Ignorant to the world, stuck in a bubble, how you know it’s wrong?

Cause tragedy’s ignored and Bruce’s dick is what y’all focus on

Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in the wrong year

As the world turns, I’m tryna pinpoint what’s wrong here

As days pass, the downpour represents strong tears

Yeah… I’m stuck in the wrong era

So if this mic is a soapbox to spit my message

Then let’s keep it real, I’d be remiss not to address it

Let’s talk about the kids, and what y’all wanna subject 'em to

Especially when kids is so gotdamn impressionable

Kids don’t wanna be kids, they 5, acting older now

Parents on some bum shit, these kids is trying to hold it down

But who am I to criticize, or judge, I got no gavel here

Just tired of the nonsense, it’s the rebirth of a cavalier

Terrorism, cop shooting, body cams got movement

News not improving to get a kick out like Bas Rutin

We stuck in an age where you get famous for dumb shit

Just make a viral video, and that’s something to run with

Couples can’t hang, relationships ain’t even done right

Cheating is the norm, y’all wanna break up after one fight

If you dumb pricks can’t see everything’s disrupted

Maybe we need angels to sound trumpets for the day of judgement