Your words
Your pen
Your paper
Your sins
You spit it out so naturally
To the point where you inspire me
Your instrument
Your beat
Your hands
Your feet
You move them to your sound so exquisitely
You tell me stories…Every since I was a little girl
You taught me knowledge & the struggles of the world
Don’t be mad at me for dancing to pop & R&B
I’ll always come back to your gospel & become free
Everybody will not understand
Everybody’s heart isn’t open to freedom
I’ve lied
I’ve done evil
But I’ve been forgiven
Just like my Hip Hop music
Hip Hop started out in heart
Not everybody tryna chart
Hip Hop is the love of my heart
It’s one of God’s most precious art
Now a days everybody wanna rap about money, violence, sex, hoes, & cars
But not even mention the struggle at all
But all I’m tryna get you to understand is that in this world you could lose it all
You can lose your soul for the money, power, & gold
Promising riches untold when all you wanna do is gain control
Teaching children false education & lies
Selling a dream of material things
Everybody’s heard about your yellow brick road to a land where the master can’t even please his own soul
It’s not Hip Hop…It’s only a trend
A one hit-wonder like Roscoe Dash, Soulja Boy, & Mims
What ever happened to him??
Just another cold…selling their soul when real music is being reported on CNN
Calling all MC’s to report back to the thrown….
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