These four walls

(Nate Marolli)

A view of life from the perspective of a lower middle class rapper, and his inability to see how hip hop of today has progressed from past artworks

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[Verse 1]
Im tryna find love in a world full of hate
Fightin' for what? Nothing, I aint
I live in an age synthetic and fake
And it gets to me coz theres no esacape
Slaving away eight hours a day
Fuck all funds that i got in the bank
Im walking a plank and circling drains
I work and I serve, is it worth all the pain?
I prey to god that he didn't forsake
What he made from the clay
In the mirror I see a failures face
Disappointed in what we became
Mom I'm sorry, but your son aint shit
Broke in my spirit and finances
Its like my souls been crushed
And I'm not half the man I had wished

[Chorus]
My world is getting smaller
My time is getting shorter
Im a lonely loner 
And these four walls are all I talk to

[Verse 2]
God, theres gotta be a better way
We could fly but we hesitate, we don't even levitate
We don't jump, we don't budge
So we can never elevate
Such waste
A generation
Generated to degenerate
Led astray from what was real
But look at who led the way
I must be lost
Maybe I might not ever be found
Maybe my negative thoughts 
Are the only thing letting me down
Holding me back
I cannot relax
Maybe these wack cunts need a pat on the back
And I should shut the fuck up
And stay off the track
© Nate Marolli 2019