[Intro] Blame Game... [Slow, distorted synth Bells] [SPOKEN] They tell you to pour it up... But they don’t tell you how to pick it up when it falls. [Dj Scratching] "Real Is Rare" [Dj Scratching] "T.Y.S.O.N" "Let It Go!" [Verse 1] [R&B Rap Flow] Yo, they say "Blame it on the goose," but the goose is a predator, Chasing young souls, tryna edit your character. Underage in the dance, tryna act like a veteran, But the chemical in the cup is a dangerous medicine. You’re chasing a "vibe" that’s a ghost in the making, While the purity in your spirit is slowly breaking. The block’s getting cold, and the pills look like candy, But when the lights go out, tell me who’s gonna be handy? You’re selling your peace for a moment of "lit," But the high is a lie and you’re falling for it. Modern-day traps, yeah, they’re laid in the glitter, Leaving the taste in your mouth feeling bitter. [Vocal Stap] "Let It Go!" [Chorus] [Band - Melodic & Soulful] [Vocal: Soaring, cautionary, layered harmonies] Don't blame it on the drink, don't blame it on the drug, Blame it on the search for a synthetic hug. Don't blame it on the night, don't blame it on the "reals," Blame it on the way that the emptiness feels. Sexual morality, traded for a thrill, But the price of the soul is a heavy-duty bill. Yeah, the blame is a cycle, the blame is a cage, Don't let 'em write "The End" on your very first page. [Verse 2] [R&B Rap Flow] [Vocal: Aggressive, Punchy, Rhythmic] Look. They call it "freedom" when you’re losing control, But it’s just a repossession of your heart and your soul. You’re blurred in the vision, moving fast in the dark, But the fire you’re starting gonna leave a permanent mark. Underaged and over-exposed, The doors to your future are being prematurely closed. Respecting the temple? Nah, they’d rather you wreck it, Give 'em your body and they won't even check it. The "blame" is a mask for the choices we make, Real Is Rare means knowing what’s truly at stake. Stay woke in the spirit, don't sleep in the hype, You’re a king and a queen, not a "stereotyped" type. [Vocal Stap] "Let It Go!" [Bridge] [Vocal: Vulnerable, soft, building in intensity] [Music slows down to just a pulsing bass and a clap] It starts with a sip, then it ends with a slip. A hole in the boat, now you’re sinking the ship. Is the "pleasure" worth the pain of the morning after? When the tears start to fall behind the ghost of the laughter? Wake up. Real Is Rare. [Vocal Drop] "We see you!" [Chorus] [Band - Grand Finale] [Vocal: High energy, gospel-influenced ad-libs] Don't blame it on the drink, don't blame it on the drug, Blame it on the search for a synthetic hug. Don't blame it on the night, don't blame it on the "reals," Blame it on the way that the emptiness feels. Sexual morality, traded for a thrill, But the price of the soul is a heavy-duty bill. Yeah, the blame is a cycle, the blame is a cage, Don't let 'em write "The End" on your very first page. [Outro] [Fading synth pads] [Spoken] Choose life, Fam! The 0121... we’re better than the stereotypes. [Dj Scratching] "T.Y.S.O.N" [Dj Scratching] "Real Is Rare!" Because the truth, is the hardest thing to find. [Music stops abruptly] [End]
