ode to hip hop

i've decided to take destiny into my own hands

you probably can't understand but for me life is bland

and i have this constant hollow feeling

days are cold

dark and filled with sorrow

raining clouds from under my ceiling

dealing with it all would take a person very strong

by the time you hear this i will be gone

along with my existence will be a way of life for many

i gave some substance

knowledge

and in returned was used to make a petty penny

they've defeated my purpose

deleted my work

cheated me

seated me underground and wound up bringing me to the surface

they corrupted my image

made me a negative influence

this shady world has been abusive ever since i came into it

put here with no role models

no one to follow

i've been contorted

aborted

recorded distorted shorted

i forfeit against life

i'm a morbid maniac

forced off this rough course

breaking the boards and making my own doors

so don't be sad when i leave because i know this is right

i can't take it

i can't fake it

i'm sick of life

i carried people through hard times and thought they were my friends

but they only stayed close to me cause it was the trend

and when i'm gone

no one will miss me

a few years will go by important people will die

and y'all will forget me

i hope the children will be alright without a proper guide

to all my loved ones and followers

peace out at least i tried

i ain't what i used to be so don't shed a tear from your windows

i died a long time ago this just makes it official

i ain't what i used to be so don't shed a tear from your windows

i died a long time ago this just makes it official

i

hip hop

being of sound mind and body

hereby request that my few prized possessions go to the following

swallowing the facts that may be whacked by the track

still beauty stands from stained hands and knapsacks filled with aerosol cans and fat cats

my abstract artistic energy must continue

to influence and embody the cats that are dedicated to ruining white walls

with creative strokes of imagination in the paint

i leave all my physical strength to the guardians of the floor

with their arms locked in a b-boy stance

enhancing the culture to the more ultra-advanced acrobatical expression

yes indeed when i leave

my presence will exist in the style

of the few true but who knew

smiles will persist with the changing mood

i leave my mood to the. musicians

turntablists

and wicked wizards of needles dusty sampling tangible vibe setting rhythm scientists

it's my verbal aspect of my that goes to those riding

vocalizing

poetical hybrids of life and excitement

language of the tongue

i offer all my offspring the official mission towards society

the gift of words come and get you some

yeah the gift of words come get you some

and my positivity

creativity

originality

and history should be spread equally over all that is mentioned above

along with my many styles: aggression

knowledge

evolution

solution

revolution

tolerance

and love