Gardening and Greenhouse

RegS & Lyricists: Can Ya’ll Give Me Your Opinions?

I just started to pick up the pin again and wrote somethin this morning and I’d like to hear ya’lls opinion on it…

All I wanted was the green, I done it for the guns and the bling/
The fun and the things, that run with the son of the screen/
Of fame and fortune, I guess you could blame the course in/
Vanity, Insanity kills young like abortion/
Extortion, I am just a puppet for the corporations/
Who love it when I spit about the whores and places/
That I’ve been to, hotels feel my wrath/
I’m a “gangsta”, I’m a real “badass”/
I started with inspirations so noble/
I parted with those visions when I was given gold for/
Signing my initals on a dotted line/
With a pencil that fathered my slavery in time/
Pay me I’ll rhyme about G-strings so/
You can pay a fine when you download my ringtone/
Don’t save me I’m fine, its kind of funny how things don’t/
Safely arrive at the places we cling to/
I used to imagine spittin bars like Nas/
Now I’m just into gatherin cars that cost/
More dollars than my original dreams can withstand/
I pop my collar but the kid in me just gets mad/
I’m not cut out to be, a cookie cutter MC/
Look for another you see, I want the cheddar to eat/
Which means I can talk about goin back to my roots/
But it’d only be a smack to the truth/
First single, just somethin to get the crowds movin/
Let it linger til the bunches get to shout to it/
Second single R&B collabo for the softies/
Let it tingle til the bras and panties do get off these/
B*tches that buy the records/
Itchin to guide the vectors/
To a market where BET does hide the nector/
This only means that my third and final single/
is a throwaway street jam, my idolized finger sticks up/
But I won’t get picked up by other labels/
I am just a tool to them, bring nothin to the table/
I’m not able, I’ve fought fables to get here/
I sold my lyricism to empircal jet leers/
I could go back to the get rich recital/
Or I could go back to the mixtape freestyles/
Or I could go back to the hitlist green mile/
Where I first sold my soul ever since in denial/
For those who lacked interpretation skills in secondary school…this is criticism, not glorification (how is that hard to tell?)
Musty: The first line says “All I wanted was the green“, not “I’m all about the green“. One implies past desires, the other expresses present feelings. So it seems that you didn’t really read even the first line…sad.