Exodus Performed By Black Ice

My youngins get it fucked up when ya’ll talk about the game 
  Like it’s designed in their favor 
  Like it ain’t outlined for them to waiver 
  Their rights for a lil’ bit of fame 
  Get in bullshit fights for a lil’ name 
  To get noticed by some niggas that don’t give two fucks about you 
  Tell em’ you don’t do the jives and shucks, and they route you to the shelf 
  See there’s no money in good health 
  So they need you to be sick with it, ill content and delivery niggas 
  This nation thrives off misery niggas 
  So if you ain’t trying to let your hard times increase your wealth 
  Niggas keep that progressive shit to yourself 
  This is the business of buying souls, and we only tryin’ to fuck with those who trying to sell them 
  See, they may see me as an adversary cuz they know I’m tryin’ to tell them 
  About the forest of artists who grow only to meet industry axes 
  How they take niggas dreams and write then off in their taxes 
  Contracts is confusing, but don’t worry they’ll appoint you a lawyer for you whore you 
  Loan you funds to fuck your soul make you pay it back and still maintain control of your stroll 
  Your tracks and your hot ass slow flow 
  They’ll keep you looking good and all that, but no dough 
  You see when that get a bitch, they got a bitch 
  And contrary to popular opinion it ain’t my sistas that switch 
  It’s my brothers 
  We the dumb motherfuckers 
  Hardest niggas in the streets turned industry suckers 
  Cuz we refused to do the knowledge 
  Nigga, you can’t learn this music game in the streets or in college 
  So you betta pick up a book or something 
  Or fuck it, Black Ice will put it in a hook or something 
  Hope that you listen to it 
  Got you pumpin’ that poison while they paint them illusionary parades and keep pissin’ thru it 
  You pussies don’t know the price or the sacrifices that this industry makes real niggas walk 
  FABOLOUS Album Number 3