Dear Hip Hop
Things have changed since you first came in the game.
At first it was for the love, and now it's for the fame,
It's seems to be cool to be called out of your name,
And once the money comes they forget about the pain,
They forget about the struggle, and everybody wants muscles,
It's about being a sex symbol now, and destroying the youth,
Lies come so easy so why tell the truth,
Or what would be the use,
Avoiding knowledge and change is everyone's excuse,
Somewhere is a future thug swearing he is 180 proof,
While a mother calls herself a bitch and a hoe amongst her friends,
Donating her skins because it's cool to be a groupie,
Even white girls want a fat ass booty,
Is this the way you pictured it to be?
Gun shots and what knots, what happened to the house parties????
Block parties, battling for fun…
No body cares we just stare, and we all got guns….
Diamonds bring death from here to Africa,
The price of your shine is a child being massacred,
A mother being raped and a father being tortured,
Would you really wear diamonds if your family got slaughtered?
Hip hop,
Why you turn your back on us?
Or are we to blame for the drastic change,
We sat here and watched and didn't say a thing,
I really wish that I can change how it is,
But niggers who rap positive never get no bizz,
Nobody ever seems to accept the truth these days……
I can see why you left, because we still are slaves……