I’m getting old, but not quite 50
When my rage explodes
Transform like Bill Bixby
Hulkin’ out
So big and green
That I ripped my jeans
But I doubt that most will even get that 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 ain't even earned yet!
No mortgages, wars, discrimination, and pain
They no longer fight the power, rather seek out to claim
Mere fortune and fame
Making videos, asking strangers to subscribe and like
Their opinions and comments, every hour of the day and night
Doom scrolling s and elbows
Opinions over real news and facts
Artificial Intelligence done stole the cold crush
Now ChatGPT is writing raps?
On the subway in Harlem, not even one damn train was tagged with graffiti
I’m Hip Hop just trying to survive, but the gentrified city don't even need me…