Still A Rebel Lyrics

I told my family last time was the last time

Try to do different from the past, My life been crazy since a youngster was born

Mama didn't knew, that after sunshine come the storm

I'm a prisoner again, I was hoping it wouldn't happen

But you know, you don't make a lot of money with rapping

When telling the truth, people be ignorant and don't wanna listen

Because then they realize the knowledge of self is what they missing

I'm growing up in a time of skinny jeans and gay propaganda

In a time where Arnold can turn into Amanda

It's a shame just like how the Bible been whitewashed

Or how by Egyptian statues the noses cut off

They holding back evidence that Jesus black

So that blacks still hustle to get that money stack

So that they can be oppressed, won't rise up against the oppressor

We kings and queens, but ready be bad bitch and gangster

Listen to yourself, that is the white man speaking

While you follow the hype, for the truth I am seeking

And you can call me crazy cause I got my eyes open

But just wonder by yourself where the crack from your people smoking

Now you wonder how a youngster can make you think so deep

That's because I am awake, you people still asleep

Wonder how a youngster can make you think so deep

That's because I am awake, you people still asleep

Still a rebel, still a rebel of the underground

Still a rebel, still a rebel of the underground

Still a rebel, still a rebel of the underground

JG with the rebel sound

Still a rebel, still a rebel of the underground

Still a rebel, still a rebel of the underground

Still a rebel, still a rebel of the underground

JG with the rebel sound

I know who keep it real, and who will steal from me

Just a youngster with knowledge, ain't a thing funny

I'm a rebel of the underground, and ain't shit changed

I'm still surviving the madness with my inner strength

You can hate, you can hit, you can shoot

But is it so hard to show love to the youth

Father ain't in the picture, mother is at work all the time

No love from the house hold so he turned to a life crime

The love on the streets, the unity and the safety

Made me, but I didn't know that it would break me

Take me to places where angels fear to come

Where there is no peace, everybody's on the run

Learning the game from the OG's

Getting in trouble with the older homies

Until you need money, that's when the dust kicker becomes a G

With every step on the look out for the enemy

Getting high to maintain and drink to less the pain

Until one day you realize that everyday is the same

The arguments at home, fake friends on the phone

You with a group, of 20 people, but you still feel alone

Only you know you and only you know what to do

Dont step in this bottomless pit, I did so I'm the fool

Only you know you and only you know what to do

Dont step in this bottomless pit, I did so I'm the fool

Still a rebel, still a rebel of the underground

Still a rebel, still a rebel of the underground

Still a rebel, still a rebel of the underground

JG with the rebel sound

Still a rebel, still a rebel of the underground

Still a rebel, still a rebel of the underground

Still a rebel, still a rebel of the underground

JG with the rebel sound