Starmara - Misconception Lyrics

Omo I never blow
My tears don dey fall like rain
I wish they go feel my pain
I wish we go dey on the same page
To see we no dey free from bondage
The life you think we are living
Is a misconception you only see on TV
There's an elephant in the room we must address
Our people running too hard misinformed
They need some rest
Once you take flight, they think it's all green light
You think foreign lands don't have "go slow" to success
Talk about it
The reality will always sound ungrateful
The truth has always been spiteful
They put everyone who traveled out on a pedestal
But they will never realize, we survive by cleaning stole
This is the difference how I see it
Constant light, constant water
Stable system nothing more
Then unfair taxes, Killer bills
Plus you don't own any property
You just a number in the books
Only number one is the priority
I'm not saying this to the fact of talking cheap
I'm trying to make a point
This misconception needs a full stop
It's selfish for me to say, I'm in the other side
It's selfish for you to conclude
When you haven't seen the other side
They don't know
Oh, they don't know
Cause they think say you don go Yankee
Omo, you don blow
Oh, they don't know
Cause they think say you dey for Yankee
Omo, you don blow
Oh, they don't know
The story of life stays the same
Starting from square one, only few will break the cycle
Some will make it easy, some find it hard to keep up
Flying under the Bermuda triangle
Nothing is stable, niggas working like horses
And get paid under the table
No paper living life on the run is no fun
Any encounter with the law
ICE on your neck, Deportation is next
Niggas out here wishing death upon themselves
Than dealing with the bills
They say hard work pays
The same hard work killed a friend's mom
I guess the checks will come when thy kingdom come
My mom killing herself to feed the exponential family
Pops certified chief cleaning shit of the masses
Similar story for most families in a foreign land
These are the kind of things we don't show on TV
They think if a prince come to America
He's automatically a fresh prince
Not knowing he's going through hell here
Because he choose to show the glamour on Facebook
Ego won't allow us to show behind the scenes
I blame us in a foreign land for feeding this misconception
They don't know
Oh, they don't know
Cause they think say you don go Yankee
Omo, you don blow
Oh, they don't know
Cause they think say you dey for Yankee
Omo, you don blow
Oh, they don't know
Niggas you barely knew hitting you up
On how you forgot about them
The need your Hancock in their check book
How the come about it feeling entitled
Makes you feel like you really owe them
I was helping a brother drive smooth to his journey
But he always lied to get me to send money
His conscience hit him hard, he came clean
Brothers feel too big to work with you
Just because they are slightly above you
Did business with a brother, he took the bread
Never returned my product
Pay back tells the best jokes, let's see who will laugh last
Too many brothers doing business with foul intentions
Once they see you coming from a foreign land, they charge double
Its hard to find trust in a land, where greediness is must have
They don't want to play with you, they all want to play you
When money is the topic, they have been programmed to be savages
Brothers care about their lifestyle more than message
What they see on pictures, than the bigger picture
They just want a taste, they don't wanna be great
Shine the light on them, they deviate
I don't blame them, they follow their leaders
That's why they are all unreliable like their head of state