A Good Heart, A Lost Art

I’m dumbfounded, that I’m surrounded by such evil
Look to the sky, askin why the Most High would create these fuckin people
Nowadays, good hearts are a waste in our time and place
The truest be the fewest
Fake is a trend that’s the newest
The masses act so called savage so we ruined
I’m puttin facts for you on a silver platter
Give y’all the ladder to climb but my sign don’t matter
Y’all rather act happy in a false existence
I’m wit the free spirit, but y’all lack logistics
I work a trade, but I’m afraid I can’t fix this