Hip hop is like an old man asking for spare change
across a bare plain dried up so bad that it scares rain
but it's like we share pain and if despair came we share pain
my thoughts glide effortlessly like an airplane
without cash, got a bare frame, need to get rich and wear fame
people talk it but I do it like a truth or dare game
fuck what you sow it only matters what you reapin
keepin peace when speakin
yet deceasin emcees till they heart ceases beatin
my only fears- weak rhymes and eternal sleepin
family weepin, dreamin on my skills when my lungs were breathin
forever driftin, wishin, never slippin always upliftin
gifted when it's written, spittin or shittin just listen
searchin for a path to heaven, God, let me ask some questions
but first hand me some luck and while you're at it pass a blessin
was taught an everlastin lesson
there ain't no passive steppin cuz faith is a massive weapon
and if a homie falls just catch him
so with lyrics that lacerate and sever throats
I advise you to never quote
cuz like Pac said, this the realest shit I ever wrote
thirstin for knowledge so I drink water to think harder
and if I die, let my pen make me an ink martyr
but I ain't ready yet, my thoughts are heavyset
while emcees rhymes are anorexic and subject to be neglected
like a newborn baby with no mother or a romantic with no lover
ya'll can have hip hop's body, I got the soul of her...
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