CULTural Lyrics

Man it's all CULTural

Yeah it's all CULTural

Man it's all CULTural

It's all CULTural

Yeah it's all CULTural

Man it's all CULTural

Yeah it's all CULTural

Police shouting, knocking at my door when I'm kicking it

Always on my fucking back, like I'm weighting them

Thinking I'm a dopeman out there selling it

Only thing I'm sellin' is some hope in this living hell

Homie look at your fam and tell me that we living well

Sittin' in your living room, I bet your ass you cannot tell

How and where these youths are dying in some prison cells

Raise your voice even if it means them sending you to hell

Left wing or right wing

Pinkos or nazis

Extremists, fascists, lefties or centrists

They all lose their creed in the process

Making dollars make them lose sense of progress

Different speech

But same application

Censorship in either situation

This is deep? You should hear the rest of my songs

For now I'm sticking to kicking and rhyming

And changing the world on this beat as I'm singing along

Man it's all CULTural

Yeah it's all CULTural

Man it's all CULTural

It's all CULTural

Yeah it's all CULTural

Man it's all CULTural

Yeah it's all CULTural

Yo so I wanna say goodbye y'all

Cuz I've been livin' cycle

This whole life ain't no fun yo

I put my hand on the Bible

And swear to always be rightful

And to always be thoughtful

But I always end up being a beast in the nightfall

How could I ever be faithful if my prayers are not answered?

Guess I gotta be grateful and find a purpose that I can serve

I just gotta find the right words

Cuz I ain't the one you have heard

I guess that's just us humans, we don't know what we are worth

That's why I wake up at five

While you sleeping on your bed

I be hitting the heavy bag, always a couple rounds ahead

They say "you crazy doin' this"

"Why you torturing yourself like that ?"

I'm putting my body and mind to work

Cuz ain't no power that can surpass that

You may see me as a young man

But my mind is getting old and

Our livings are not right man

But who am I to talk?

I'm just a worm in a bird's nest

That's where you're wrong

You is a branch in my long maze

Half Persian and half French

Wanna hate you fuckin' jakesh?

I pull up on you with a hand wrench

To open the truth that y'all fake

Man y'all fake, look at your snakes, they all fake

I worked my ass to live -

While y'all bitches where on breaks, working parte

"Dariush what you doing here?"

"Man this ain't y'o shit"

"Rap ain't your domain"

Wait 'till I pull up with my fucking pen

Y'all don't wanna hear this

Y'all just wanna hear tic toc, time's up, chit chat, shit talk

Man hold up

I was the one they hit hard

Not you, not all y'all bitches

So why do you still talk?

It was my blood that got spilled

My ink that got spilled

My dream that got real

While y'all were living large

So why do I hear talkin'?