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My inner Hip Hop enthusiast is offended
Sometimes it seems the whole culture has been upended
I can't even turn on the radio, the fabric has been rended
I want to get out my sewing kit, it desperately needs to be mended
When I listen to BDP and MC Lyte Everything in life feels just right
When I'm Criminal Minded and Paper Thin, things just shine
Then I hear I'm Different and something about a million dollar p*ssy...these antics make me lose my mind
You're not different, you're as the same as the repetition of that same line
You owe me the oxygen you waste to say that same line so many damn times
There is no dollar amount for your lady parts, no matter how fine
The only women who put a price on that, are ladies of the night
Actors on stage with no heaters, leaving me cold
No talent or skill, man it's getting old
What talent there was has been bought and sold
To the highest bidder, devoid of soul
Unimaginative lyricism with boring beats
You're not moving my feet
I understand you need to eat
But I don't like McDonald's, I like real meat
Steak and potatoes
Fuel for however my day goes
I need more than money and hoes
More than some weed and new clothes
More than curse words and sold souls
What happened to the art of story telling
Now it's just a bunch of yelling
It's all about selling
The culture disrespected and taking a shelling
Saturated with nonsense
People wasting their dollars and cents
On cotton candy and fluff, ignoring the essence
Supporting so-called artists operating on pretense
Stop making stupid people famous
People who's only aim is
To keep you high and uneducated
To consume you with what's hot, telling you to buy whatever brand paid them
I turn to my indie artists and appreciate them
No amount of money can sway them
They keep it real, so I pay dividends
To keep them in business for my own personal reasons
To keep hope from taking a swan dive
I won't let Hip Hop take five
Give it room to breathe and thrive
One thing I know? Hip Hop will never die as long as I'm alive
-Sunni ©2013
