Ain't nobody real no more

Ain't nobody real no more
Ain't nobody real no more

People pumpin' collagen
Going to college and ain't gettin' nothin'

Educated fools
Lookin' at bowls of stool

This world is full of it

They said ain't ain't a word
But my Aint used to squeeze me with super hugs
And kiss me on my cheeks
And say, "ain't she cute!"

These hodgepodge grammatical rules suggest that I use proper suffixes and tenses
But their verbiage has prefixed my present tense with some bu!!$h!t

The I-N-G don't make nothin active in my presence
It is the I in thee, the I in me

With my eyes I see

Ain't nobody real no more
Ain't nobody real no more

Super glue, acrylic and hair weaves to hold us together
We used to weave winnow baskets tightly to hold stuff together

Now we shootin' baskets to get out the hood
Now we shootin' people for walking through our hood
And the police shootin' boys for walking with hoods

Ain't nobody real no more
Ain't nobody real no more

And mothers ain't big mammas no more
She a pretty young thang who like to get it on the floor
She twerk it low to the ground like her conscience
Because the man she admires said, "drop that thang on the floor!"

Then he dropped her like a lost phone call
Then they lost contact
And she tried to call back
But ain't no redo or reset buttons
Then baby came out cute as a button
And baby ain't have no man to admire
So baby grew up tryin' to fill a false desire

Everything baby learned came from environment
Baby learned fine arts from the finest music videos
Baby studied language arts from the radio station
And learned communications from mamma's phone conversations

Chit chats about reality TV
And real housewives that are single
And the status updates in real time
Fake comments and fake smiles
Fake friends to follow you
While paying dress up in the mirror
For a host of likes

Ain't nobody real no more
Ain't nobody real no more

We used to play dress up with our best friend
While playing house with her brother you had a crush on
Then our dreams got crushed on with isms and phobias

And I woke up with nightmares
I drifted in insomnia
Because Poppa was a rollin' stone
Who rolled up and drifted in the clouds

He ain't never come back down
And I kept searchin' like lost and found

I never knew how to get up there
So I looked up to the pretty young thang
But a mother she was not

She was my best friend and gossip partner
She was my chastisement and often absentee

So I looked to the programs for role models
I wanted to be just like the fair skinned model chicks
And learned class from late night flicks

So I needed to fix on my wide nose
A reduction of my hips
A little bleach here
And nip tuck there
Here a cut
There a cut
Every where is messed up

Ain't nobody real no more
Ain't nobody real no more




(Inspired by a young female artist I once heard speak to the people)