A Conversation With Hip Hop

I had a conversation with Hip Hop And he told me how he wished that this mess would stop he was ashamed disappointed what it came cause it was suppose to be the voice speaking for the youth not all this fussing cussing and fake shit making bullshit music trying to get rich man what the hell is going on with my generation I can't believe the music that plays on every station
Imposters invaded my art form!
Infiltrated destroyed what the fuck for
I ain't see it coming
Legends die away losing this inner grace
These suckеrs emulate but nevеr innovate
They just jump, drop, dance for the white man tight pants girl bags might as well dress in drag
I'm on my dyeing bed I have my last breath I'm glad I found ya I'm looking for ya help
What happen to this hip hop revolution there's no growth no fucking evolution we don't care what they say we like who producing cause all they spewing out their mouths just some hot pollution
Do we blame the artist or do we blame the buyer or do the problems lie in forces that's way higher
We don't control shit don't be a pawn for the motherfucking government its people in the hospital and the hood stand suffering
Imposters invaded my art form!
Infiltrated destroyed what the fuck for
I ain't see it coming
Legends die away losing this inner grace
These suckers emulate but never innovate
They just jump, drop, dance for the white man man tight pants girl bags might as well dress in drag
I'm on my dyeing bed I have my last breath I'm glad I found ya I'm looking for ya help
Two turn tables and a microphone run
Taking hip hop back to golden days when the songs and the message and they spray graffiti people break dance battle all across the city beat box big boys run the way girl real hip hop please don't leave the world it's on the lifeline during my time a real diamond in the rough but truth tally shines what was considered great now a ding of the past legends turn in their grave if they live they will laugh but the hero is here so you do the math and on the last breath hip hop held my hand told me to remain strong one day will come and when that day come give them what they sacred of
Corruption in the game when will it ever change a few succeed to understand the rest remain the same I stand alone to uplift like a renegade a one man revolution is the only way afraid of individually stuck in that same ass negative same mentality ill stand tall in a world crocked stereotypical

Imposters invaded my art form!
Infiltrated destroyed what the fuck for
I ain't see it coming
Legends die away losing this inner grace
These suckers emulate but never innovate
They just jump, drop, dance for the white man tight pants girl bags might as well dress as in drag
I'm on my dyeing bed I have my last breath I'm glad I found ya I'm looking for ya help