Trapped
Gangstagrass and T.O.N.E-Z Lyrics

Rock stars all over the world, drinking sixteen
Musicians all around the globe enjoying their extravagant lifestyle

Relate through music, open house, people visiting
Connecting with others who appreciate music, welcoming visitors

Time for a change, can you grapple?
Is change something you can handle?

Hip-hop playing in the Sistine Chapel
A paradoxical mixture of culture and tradition

Heard souls were bought, knew it couldn't be actual
Rumors of soul-selling being false but still concerning

Classical was lost, art no longer magical
The loss of classical art and its special charm

Cats try to do this for the wrong reasons
People attempt to be artists for the wrong motivations

Opposite to mine, pour emotions on this mic
Others expressing their feelings in contrast to my own

Call it soul shine
Naming the feeling of expressing oneself through music

Do it for my love, do it for my self-control
Creating music for the love of it and having self-discipline to do so

Creating from passion, I withhold
Using one's personal passion for inspiration but containing it

It's amazing how the universe unfolds
Reflecting on the wonder of the universe and its unfolding

Travel down a strange road to get where you're going
The journey to where you want to be is sometimes unpredictable

Opportunities, at last I'm pursuing
Taking the chances that come your way

Running in the wild, I'm a child with a mild mind state
Feeling free and young with a calm and peaceful mental condition

Feeling great till the day I reach the Golden Gates
The feeling of satisfaction until the end of one's life

Figure out situations
Solving problems as they arise

Write it down, illustrate, learning from mistakes
Documenting and learning from errors through writing and drawing

Increase my pace in this race
Working harder and going faster in life

The chase is on
The pursuit of success and happiness continues

We do this for the passion, we do this for the love
Creating music for the love and passion of doing so

Music runs with my tears and it flows with my blood
Music is an integral part of the artist, resonating with strong emotions

We cling to the microphone to set our soul free
The microphone used to release the artist's soul and emotions

Cause we're trapped in a world that wasn't meant for we
Feeling stuck in a society that doesn't fully embrace artistry and self-expression

Do you even realize what this actually means?
Asking if others fully contemplate the implications of what's happening around them

The commodification of mind, body, and soul
The dehumanizing treating of people as mere commodities

The natives found the land but someone made them go
The tragic history of oppressing and forcing indigenous people from their homes

You know the Trail of Tears, disease infested blankets
Continuing the thought of past atrocities committed against indigenous peoples

Cortez destroyed the Aztecs, now their memories are ancient
Reflecting on the devastation caused by conquistadors in Mexico and their impact on the native people

Capitalism buys your time, forced to live inside these lines
The idea that capitalism forces people into certain roles and jobs without the freedom to explore other paths

Forced to build another zombie of a mind
Society driving people to be passive and conformist, without any creative thought

For years I have cried, tears backed by a dam
Long-term emotional pain being suppressed and held back

Advertisements, propaganda, what defines a man?
Reflecting on the influences of media and commercial messaging

Inside every office, in every plan, evil lurks
The problem of corruption in both public and private sectors

White is said to be so pure but it's tainted with dirt
Innocence and purity are sometimes corrupted and tarnished

Sell your soul to the company, they'll put you to work
The idea that corporations value profits over individuals

For minimum wage and no benefits, at least we got church
The troubling economic situation of those stuck in low-wage jobs that offer no benefits

But even they need your money, that's how my pops got paid
Making an indictment against the church for asking for donations and offerings

Welcome to America where hypocrisy's made
Commenting on the hypocrisy and contradiction present in American society

I'm destined for greater things than spitting about diamond rings
Aspiring for artistry and significance beyond materialism

Late in the night, my conscious, it screams
Feeling intense internal conflict with one's choices and actions

Shattered dreams doused like mini light beams
The repeated disappointment of unfulfilled aspirations

Cause no one wants to listen if you ain't talking bling
The idea that people value only materialism in artistry

But I don't give a damn if I don't sell a thing
Creating art for personal expression rather than commercial success

I'ma keep making songs, if only for me
Continuing to produce music for the purpose of personal satisfaction

Rescue me, if I ever go astray
Asking for help and guidance if the artist loses their way

And stop putting thought into the words that I say
Being discouraged from expressing oneself in a thoughtful and meaningful way

I'm always looking for a better way to make it through my everyday
Making an effort to improve oneself and find purpose in daily life

It seems my thoughts have drifted toward the MilkyWay
Reflecting on the vast universe and one's place in it

I hear em say I long to be a kid again
Missing the freedom and joy of childhood

And never worry what changes with the wind
Living carefree and not worrying about unexpected changes in life

I'm so sick of the shallowness we bathe ourselves in
Feeling disgusted with the superficial nature of society

I'd give it all back for ignorance again
Preferring ignorance over awareness of society's flaws

Forget Paris H., forget Pac Man
Dismissing superficial aspects of pop culture

Forget Rosie, who's this Trump man?
Rejecting the cult of celebrity and focusing on more important issues

Forget Al-Qaeda, forget George Bush
Dismissing political and social controversies and focusing on personal growth and achievement

Forget all this bull, I wish that we could.
An intense dislike and desire to ignore societal nonsense