LISTEN UP YOUTH (SNOWFLAKE SAYS). A MESSAGE FROM UNCLE LUNATIC #whiteboy

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SERIOUSLY KIDS IF Y'ALL ARE GOING TO BE INFLUENCED TO DO ANYTHING BE INFLUENCED NOT TO DO THEM BUT THAT'S NOT HOW LIFE WORKS

*LYRICS*
Okay kids, listen up, don’t do drugs, they’ll eat your soul and drain your blood. Just one time, that’s all it takes, then it’s nightmares wide the fuck awake. You’ll lose your job, you’ll lose your kin, you’ll pawn your soul for a hit again. Everything you build will burn and die, your mama gon' see that pain in your eyes. Even when you clean, you ain’t ever free, that ghost gon’ whisper 'til you D-I-E. Cravings like claws in the back of your brain, draggin' you back through the dopehouse rain. But still… y’all won’t listen, you gon' learn your way, just like we did — pain don’t stray. We all touched that stove and got that burn, now we preach to deaf ears, wait your turn. Don’t blame the beat, blame the bullshit you breathe, it ain’t my verse that made your kid believe. You popped them pills, now they poppin’ too, then point at me like "That rap raised my dude!" I ain’t their daddy, I ain’t their role model, you pour the liquor, they just grab the bottle. You mad ‘cause I rap real and I spit that truth? Well maybe the problem ain't the mic — it's you. Y’all out here wildin’ over meth in my bars, but not the weed, the lean, the syrup in jars? You let your kid bump trap about crack and gats, but flip when I mention shootin’ up in a shack? It’s all drugs — don’t play dumb, even grandma hooked on them “prescribed” ones. Doctor said pop it, now she poppin’ still, but you mad I said "Perc" in a verse that’s real? Ain’t nobody pure — this whole world fried, addicted to somethin’, we all done lied. Coffee, porn, pills, love, control, every last soul got a goddamn hole. So don’t lecture me 'bout influence, when your own damn habits make no sense. We all got demons, just some got mics, some got kids who watch what they like. And while we on it, lemme tell y’all truth — start teachin’ loyalty to these goddamn youth. That betrayal? That cold-ass heartless flip? That’ll sink a soul faster than the devil’s grip. Most of us still be clean today, if that bitch ain't walked out, took our heart away. You raise your daughter to lie and cheat, then cry when a man fall back to the street? Teach ‘em to stay down, not disappear, stand by they word, wipe that mirror clear. Loyalty's rare, like a needle in dirt, but broken trust hit harder than any dope can hurt. So instead of screamin’ ‘bout rap and crack, maybe show your kid how not to stab no one’s back. That’s worse than any drug you can shoot in your vein — it’s betrayal that build addicts from heartbreak and pain. We all grew up on D.A.R.E., remember that shit? “Say no to drugs” while we lit our first hit. Y’all had us wearin’ them shirts in a fuckin’ parade, then turned your back while we rotted and decayed. Ask my generation how well it worked, we all still danced with the devil in the dirt. You can’t scare a kid outta chasin’ a high, we ain’t influenced — we’re born to defy. Tell someone “don’t,” and they gonna go try, we don’t need no rap to push us to fly. We jumped headfirst into pain and flames, not 'cause of music — because of our own damn names. We ain't sheep, we don’t move on command, we made our choices with our own two hands. So don’t act like a verse gon’ change the fate, when the whole damn system showed up late. Don’t teach your sons to be fake and flex, teach ‘em to stand firm when life’s complex. Don’t raise a daughter that plays with hearts, then act surprised when the family falls apart. This world don’t need another pill or a plug, it needs loyalty more than a preacher’s hug. You scared of music? You scared of my pen? But you ain’t scared of cheatin’ again and again? It’s easy to blame a verse on a track, but what about the lies that broke your own back? Don’t be mad I spit what’s real and raw — be mad this culture don’t value law. Loyalty, love, truth — we need that more, than filters, likes, or a Louis store. So while you search for someone to blame, look in the mirror — and say your name.