Let me start off by saying….. Hip hop is in her last breath… She need life support… And fuh the money the artist left - The whole crowd done became tone def - And the influence left, Would make my granny take off her belt- Accountability for all motion- Hip hop was once a vehicle for small tokens - Every bar was a gem and we was all hoping- That it would lead us out ,but not the broad open -exposing the youth to demonic tendencies- Lead not into sin but into prophecy - Being an influence comes responsibilities- But it’s a tragedy,so many kings die drastically- But yet in still we call it hustle- Killin mo black lives it’s genocide that makes the money double- Cognitive reasoning gets the shuffle - Trading my soul for the gold ,stuff the money in a green duffle - I can hate you and love you - Resenting the name and the fame and still get chills when I’m mentioned of you- So now I’m speaking out my muscle - One of them pump pure love and the other is really scared for you.! - So now we both need a light - Out of this dark path… we mash - Stick n hand cause we freedom fight - This is mental elevation-partial persusion- Speaking with in an intimate conversation- They putting poison in the food - So what we consume ,could still lead us into a cloud of doom- It’s who gonna take a stand and who gonna be the man - Yet these unspoken rules I’m (sure )you understand- Part of a plan it sound like - Or just more conspiracy theories to blurr the truth and style bite- These snitches be outright -demonic in our sight- My skin is still my sin - the vision is our light - It’s your life and you naming your price- Our culture so addictive ,they using it as our vice- They spinning on our top - You spending it on your watch- These niggas got guns ,but no safety on our blocks- Can you peep it … the secret parodox - Twisting my antenna till they form into dead lox -