These thoughts are in my mind, that every rhyme i writes the last,
feelin like a contortionist, creeping through broken glass,
Expectations of killing raps, like an abortionist off tap,
am I runnin too fast? or fallin back in the pack?
cause expressions of my opinions, turn my mind black,
i interpret them as facts, but are noted as fiction,
as if the readers mind causes friction with wisdom,
maybe its entertainment, and they don’t listen,
to whats said in the verse, cause their scared of something different,
maybe their dim witted, brain capacity committed, to television,
cause when art is visioned, its unnoticed like time while fishing,
and its killing the spirit, of hip hop and music with it,
and millions of dreams of people considered as lyricist,
killing skill, like a disease that cant be cured yet,
video’s killing the radio star, like the buggles said.
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