I wanted to share something I just wrote. I'm recording it after I get done with this as well.
people look at me
askin' if hip-hop gonna be alive
in 25 years, I remain somber in my reply
because I see the passage of light
the passing of life, the end of the struggle
the last ounce of fight
the last letters, words a pen can't write
the event of my demise, fallen between the kingdom's reprise
so
I stare back deeply into their eyes
with wells of my hope beginning to run dry
and they ask why?
why?
why?
such a beautiful sunrise
must suddenly die
why
the ghetto will be filled with pain
draped, raped
by the coporate american dr