[VERSE 1: KAI]

Ever since sixteen I wanted to be the king

This is the kind of shit that you oughta keep in

In the presence of the culture, it's the merits or the slings and the arrows

In the end, you been acting so shallow

Oh yeah that way my intent

Sick of playing it down, I ain't playing around

If you got a problem say it now

Cause they all about original

But love is so conditional

Victorian era rap kids feeling miserable

Like be seen or not, well just be scene

With a C, ripped straight out of creativity

And me? I'm sounding so jaded I know

Maybe I need a ride home

Cause the way these nights go

Is just so immature, oh you're so hardcore

Defined by what you're not, but what you are you aren't so sure

Talking about trying to keep your art pure

Stone throwers go home get your glass insured, bitch

[Chorus]

I guess it's just a sign of the times

When parents got no love for their children

But we just going what feels right

With this life we've been given

[VERSE 2: JIMMY NICE]

I said there they go, man ya'll oughta see em and their dusty arse careers laid flat in the mausoleum

Open my door to freedom, throw my keys in the abyss, leave in a trail of smoke like ya'll don't want none of this

Mother's only, tendency to leave my lovers lonely, fist full of everything my father never showed me I feel like the world owe me I know that it's out to get me

Heavy paranoia boy y'all don't fuckin' know me. Got a

Chip on my shoulder, maybe, try chipping David out a boulder with the city on your shoulders shit is crazy

It's the renaissance Sistine chapel of the sixteen bars Leonardo with his cape on

A bit of napalm to interrupt your slumber as I wake to see the fuckin' scene turn to big brother

But I'm on my J.O with J.O you ain't know?

Please what rock you been living under man go

[Chorus]

I guess it's just a sign of the times

When parents got no love for their children

But we just going what feels right

With this life we've been given

[VERSE 3: NICK LUPI]

Let's give em something to rock with

Let the truth beam through the speakers

Lay it all out, don't keep no secrets

The way my crew do it, gotta see it to believe it

We never waited for the dream to be greenlit

The problems with the scene is

Too many rappers that be acting like girls worrying 'bout how their jeans fit

Or worrying 'bout how to get they screen clicked

And not enough worrying 'bout kicking mean shit

Dropping names, parading who you down with

When y'all don't know the faintest thing about it

I mean, you claim you really 'bout it

I really doubt it

Y'all crooked like Billy Bowden

Tryna stack that rap money

'till I need an accountant

To really count it

But never would be miserable without it

What you hearing now, shit

We built it from the ground, kid

[Chorus]

I guess it's just a sign of the times

When parents got no love for their children

But we just going what feels right

With this life we've been given