Hip Hop: Our Culture is Under Attack and Beyond Damaged

Cost of dream/
fell the green/
then chase opportunity when cost is so obscene/
people take what they want but can't recieve what they need/
only because they focus themselves on the material things/
they claim that they material beings/
yet half of em can't even understand this material they read/
If art is what is underground or everything thing I do/
Is it artistic if a man kills a child or two/a few/ a deuce
double an adolecent/
you can send a criminal to prison but he ain't learned his lesson/
god bless and have mercy on his soul, and consol with the innocent/
Another man condemned for the crime of another/
locked within the four walls/isolated/ caged with testosterone and balls/
they get out, first thing they do is hit the joints and just vent/
but the only joints they tend to is the one smoked in advance/
what's the chance that their talent gets them very far/
possibilty is endless rich riding in shiny cars/
and most rappers forget that music was their purpose/
now the big names , became big lames, no shame in carrying purses/
and this phony image they display/
wants to stay and it just won't go away/
and it affects the minds of the youngins/
they brains rot away like my old lunch dish I/


to be continued