Sad Rappers
Tom MacDonald
[Verse 1]
Where'd all these suicidal sad rappers come from?
They showed up with those mumble rapper dum-dums
They been preying on people with mental illness
And pretending to relate to get paid and create a business
They claim to be anxious, say they're depressed
They're fakin' it to gain something in common with some fans for a cheque
It's over-diagnosed, so it's becomin' a trend
To say you're crazy or insane or that you're sick in the head
They romanticize the mental pain we're barely survivin'
And then they glorify the men and women losing their lives
I'm talking Cobain, Lil Peep, Winehouse, Jackson, Williams, Cornell, Bennington
Imagine all the icons that we buried probably turnin' in they grave
So they could witness how this sickness gettin' used to get paid
These rappers fabricating symptoms for fame
Their mental illness is the money on they mind, it started rottin' they brains, yeah

[Chorus]
Y'all ain't real from the chains to the gear, to the grills, now it's pain, talkin' tears, takin' pills
Y'all ain't real, I can see it in your eyes, all lies, y'all guys don't know how we feel
Y'all ain't real enough to deal with us, to feel the love, nah-nah-nah-nah
Y'all just make-believe, you claim to be the same as me, nah-nah-nah-nah
[Verse 2]
People die from depression, these rappers cry for attention
And it's in every single genre you could possibly mention
From pop to electronic, to rock, to indie, to grunge
They're tryna hook you into usin' the music like it's a drug
Get you addicted to artists they manufactured to target
All of the people in therapy tryna deal with they hardships
Crafted and marketed 'til they had you convinced
That if you follow that person, they make you fine in your skin
They ain't really tryna help you, they don't wanna make you better
It's a lie they tryna sell you so you always buy their records
If you wanna know the truth, they want you strugglin' forever
So you look to them for answers with your Visa or your debit
It's like the record labels workin' for pharma
They made anxiety trendy by using popular artists
Then use the rappers to promote prescription pills to their audience
They created the problem to sell you pills that would solve 'em, it's brilliant

[Chorus]
Y'all ain't real from the chains to the gear, to the grills, now it's pain, talkin' tears, takin' pills
Y'all ain't real, I can see it in your eyes, all lies, y'all guys don't know how we feel
Y'all ain't real enough to deal with us, to feel the love, nah nah nah nah
Y'all just make-believe, you claim to be the same as me, nah nah nah-nah

[Bridge]
Exploiting our problems to benefit
They just wanna get paid
I spend all my money on medicine
Spend all your money on chains
Y'all just exploiting the misery
Poppin' Xannies to fade
Well, I'm throwin' ones into therapy
'Cause all I know is rain
[Chorus]
Y'all ain't real from the chains to the gear, to the grills, now it's pain, talkin' tears, takin' pills
Y'all ain't real, I can see it in your eyes, all lies, y'all guys don't know how we feel
Y'all ain't real enough to deal with us, to feel the love, nah nah nah nah
Y'all just make-believe, you claim to be the same as me, nah nah nah-nah

[Outro]
Y'all ain't real from the chains to the gear, to the grills, now it's pain, talkin' tears, takin' pills
Y'all ain't real, I can see it in your eyes, all lies, y'all guys don't know how we feel
Y'all ain't real enough to deal with us, to feel the love, nah nah nah nah
Y'all just make-believe, you claim to be the same as me, nah nah nah-nah
Write the lyrics for a rap song made in 2019, titled "Sad Rappers", by artist "Tom MacDonald".