I’m getting old
but not quite 50
When my rage explodes
Transform like Bill Bixby
Hulkin’ out
So big and green
I rip my jeans
But I doubt
Most even get the reference
From old tv shows
I suppose I was the same
When the former generation
Would claim disdain
And a lack of respect
From all of 'these little whipper snappers'
Living with no regret
Responsibilities, fears, or plans for the future
Writing checks
And spending cash that their asses haven’t earned yet
No mortgages, wars, discrimination, and pain
They no longer fight the power, rather seek to claim
Mere fortune and fame
Making videos, asking strangers to subscribe and like
Sharing their opinions and comments every day and night
Doom scrolling s and elbows
Opinions over real news and facts
Artificial Intelligence (AI) stole the cold crush
Now Chat-GPT is writing raps?
On the subway in Harlem, not one train was marked with graffiti
I’m Hip Hop just trying to survive, but the 'gentrified' city said it don't even need me…