The Mood

where to start? always the hardest part right? well i am back a little bit from a long time. i felt off really- never catch me stop writing- but i felt this costed more dignity than i thought worth fighting. just stupid shit- playing metronomones but no musics here. this rap fame shit slathers the name our cultures built. theres no emotion- no heart of gold and no kinda skill. just ill fitted fettered phonies with a mic thata near. a few real ones- but buried under all the filth. its all they do is talk shit- and grab they selves. barely hold a tune let alone can tell the difference between well crafted lyrics and a vomit pail. its sickening- the mindsets of sheep scared shitless. wandering aimless begging for alls attention. sink to any depth just long as they names are mentioned. its an unfair game for the real intentions. real artists who actually have real dimensions. not just 2D copies from a clone dispenser. and to them- apologizing for all my bitching. i just hate a rapper- i just hate a bitch who has no boundaries set doesn't push a limit. its disgusting to me. thats the way im feeling