"Generation Lost" as written by and Bobby Ray Jr. Simmons....
Skulls and crossbones and death bandanas
A liqueur store in every corner in Atlanta
Cops riding round tossing niggas in the slammer
Tell me what's wrong I could really use some answers
Nowadays everybody wants to be a rapper
About two years ago everybody was a trapper
Obviously money is what everybody's after
Cos slavery ain't changed it's a modern day disaster
Now these are my words from me to you
Everything you do from your shades to your shoes
From your chains to your coupe came from the two
Trust me I would know I was raised on the two
Ok, now let me just get your attention
Imma turn the tables so you don't get defensive
Imma put my bullshit aside for a second
Cos I cant be fake, cos God won't let me
I used to wear a grill because it was the trend
Not because I liked it, I just wanted to fit in
Then I got Eastside tatted on my skin
And I tried to get dreads but my hair was too big
But I was lost, I ain't know who I was
What else was there to do besides look like a thug

So in my senior year at Columbia High
I dropped out of High School when I got signed
B.o.B was the name, I ain't like Bobby Ray 'cause I was ashamed
But you can call me Bobby Ray from this day forth and
I could give a damn about the fame and fortune
Honestly I don't even listen to rap
'Cause when I turn the radio on, out comes crap
And if you make good music that's okay, but
On the radio that they don't play
Its easy to see we created a beast
'Cause everybody wants to hear what they don't need
And now all the rappers got a stoller to give you
That bullshit music so they can continue to live
The position that I'm in is quite an interesting predicament I will admit
But you can count on me cos I'm refusing to give in
'Cause Imma give you music cos we need it to exist, bitch
So imma play my guitar, rap about aliens and sing about stars
Til you understand that's what we are
So we ain't got to struggle no more so we don't starve
I swear to God I love you with every bar
We all got problems that need to be solved
So while I got the mic Imma speak my thoughts
And Imma keep it real til the day I fall

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"Generation Lost" as written by Bobby Ray Jr. Simmons

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    General CommentCorrections:

    Everything you do from your SHADES to your shoes
    From your chains to your coupe came from the TUBE
    Trust me I would know, I was raised on it TOO

    ... B.o.B (no period at the end)

    And now all the rappers gotta STRUGGLE to give you


    So first B.o.B talks about how everything you do came from the TV (the tube) and comments on society in general. He transitions when he says:

    "I'ma turn the tables so you don't get defensive
    I'ma put my bullshit aside for a second
    'Cause I can't be fake, cause god won't let me"

    There's this idealized persona that B.o.B and many others just don't fit into - ("What else was there to do besides look like a thug?"). He changed his name and changed his appearance to fit into that stereotype, but it wasn't working for him so he will "keep it real til the day I fall".

    I love what he says about the rap industry. In eight lines, he sums it up better than anyone else I've heard. We've created a beast, made rap into pop, but B.o.B's got our backs.

    This song is too dope.
    spikdboyon October 24, 2009   Link
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    General Commentnow this is real rap
    Danielistheincrowd19on June 21, 2010   Link

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