Broken Promises - Ransom, J.R

Now I know it’s the norm to be a conformed rap singer with all these songs

But, I tend to give a strong look to them felons and armed crooks

I used to be one, 'til I got tired of reruns

And seein' repeats of the tragedies I done seen done

Where we from, people with money used to avoid us

And now them same people with money’s tryin' to exploit us

Same shit, different toilet, but let me not try to spoil it

Y’all niggas havin' fun while the devil’s bein' anointed, oh Lord

I’m not religious, I’m just a cynic

Cynical because I don’t feel the shit in your spirit

They tell me, «Yeah yeah, you can rap, but they ain’t gon' hear it

You need to dumb it down for these people to ever feel it»

Huh, well that’s somethin' I gotta deal with

This to my real fans they the ones I’m keepin' it real with

For years I was troubled, but I always tried to conceal it

Most people they become the diseases before they heal it

I’m just a product of sellin' my products

Narcotics, but still I found my way inside of a college

'Cause knowledge’ll turn to a coal into a diamond when polished

Acknowledge, I’m tryin' to show you growth and it’s kind of solid

Melodic, but you can find the logic inside this topic

Abolish these phony prophets tellin' people the frolic

Astonished when people equate hatred to bein' honest

That mentality that kept in me inside the projects

All y’all care about is who the fuck is the hottest

Videos gettin' viewed, and these niggas throwin' they dollars

I keep it modest, I can’t afford it, don’t get extorted

The greatest moments in ya life and y’all niggas tryin' to record it

For these people to view it, and they can say you did it

While you record the moment, I’m tryin' to just live in it

Huh, you can see the vision when I flow’s

It’s so fuckin' vivid can see it with both eyes closed

The fame and the fortune was never real

All I got is these broken promises

My purpose in life is to be the greatest

But how can I do it and stay anonymous?

I’m torn between love and who really hate us

I’m tryin' to catch a break without takin' any hiatus

With thoughts of those people who tried to play us

No love, only hate is tryin' to acknowledge us

All that is left is these broken promises

Look, there comes a point in life when every man knows

Exactly who he wants to be 'til all his plans fold

I transpose to what an admission when I was damn close

Torn between the love and the hatred, now I demand both

Slipped into fan mode listenin' to the prior verse

Ran killed it, y’all viewed the body, now I supply the hearse

People say my talent’s a blessin', I just denied the curse

Divide the worst demons in my mind to survive the hurt

I’ve always wondered why people cry in church

Is it 'cause they know they soul tainted?

Or maybe payin' your tithes is a hearin' with no plantiff

A doctor with bad rep, I ain’t fit with the most patience

So, I guess I’ll be retirin' soon

Don’t put me in the hall of fame, I need a mic and a room

In Iverson shoes, 'cause we done still failed durin' testin'

Every time I give 'em answers, they dwelled on the questions

Like, what happens when you fall off?

As long as my music’s here, I’ll never pass, I’m a ball hog

Ironically, I’ma pass first, a point guard

Always there when you need assistance

Some people swear on the Bible but never read any scriptures

Say practice what you preach but apparently it’s forbidden

Y’all just need to witness the clarity in my diction

Eventually you’ll stop comparin' me to these niggas

Sometimes a broken lens makes it better to see the vision

I can see who I got with me, it’s not many

That’s ridin' shotgun like the nigga who popped Ricky

That put it to ya face like the nigga who shot 50

I’m not filthy rich but I’ma die tryin'

To help my people with this state while mothers can stop cryin'

Ran, I appreciate this platform to talk on

Raw talent came here to run the game as it walk on

The fame and the fortune was never real

All I got is these broken promises

My purpose in life is to be the greatest

But how can I do it and stay anonymous?

I’m torn between love and who really hate us

I’m tryin' to catch a break without takin' any hiatus

With thoughts of those people who tried to play us

No love, only hate is tryin' to acknowledge us

All that is left is these broken promises