The Dilemma

This little artist went to the market
And the other one chose to stay home
This ones pocket stayed on swoll
and this one can't pay their student loans

So now they both on some "I'm better than the rest, I'll empty 6 clips through your chest
and get your girl buck nekkid so I can dick her down while wearing my bullet proof vest" type mess.
Or some, Hoes mad because they low class. I'll make a sex tape with your man, sue you and take your cash type jazz.
All for the fame
Rappers sell they soul for a dollar, but we holler when a female do
the same, so why bother?
Now I'd like to see less of that and more introspect
What's to expect when mainstream culture teaches us to devalue intellect.
There's no country for grattitude
We're damned if we don't and we're damned if we do
Most wanted to write lines and drop rhymes about smoking pounds instead of dimes.
Until its time to show and prove, they stay stumbling over their lies
To save face
Pray to God they don't fall from grace
Until that run up catching that first case displaces their plan b to succeed in the worst way
Now they say "I'm not a killer but don't push me"
A few years ago  they were the last to fight and first to flee.

I choose to stick to what I know
Because if I don't
One of these days somebody'll test and that fakeness is going to show
I know fan bases grow very slow, we become impatient
Leaving us quick to spit false shit as long as it sound sick, so we can get rich and complacent
I'm on the road less traveled
And yet I'm still the same as those who fought that internal battle
I want to walk on that official rhymesayer's carpet
Without compromizing, these thoughts, they spark it often
This little artist went to the market
And the other one chose to stay home
This ones pocket stayed on swoll
and this one can't pay their student loans