I’m the Hip-Hop prodigal son
The product of poverty meeting opportunity
A problem begun
It’s preparation pulling purpose by hand
This is poetry that’s rooted in the ghetto, said my name was set in stone, their lines was written in the sand
In a sense, I’m a descendant of the collective that pushed the culture with the substance in the pen, that’s what we had dependant on
Now, innocence we had to send it off
Collected in the pen
Push the substance in the culture, only to put a pendant on
I set it off
I said a lot already, I won’t reduce it
The rap was never dead, the conscious was diluted with watered-down flows
The formula forgotten, rappers soften up, that’s why they making pacifier music
Hell, if I do it
OGs would say I’ve gone stupid
I swear I’m not clueless
I see the difference ‘tween the culture and commerce
Conscious and nonsense
The common and the prophets
Don’t wanna sound redundant
You ain’t seen a meaner kid
Who scheme is nice as him
Procedure is follow the leader, Kane. He got the eyes on him
Older man with no contact to him is recognising him
Speaking of the sin in him, he figured they ain’t like him
Whether me whether i like it or not
While I get higher and hot
It gets lonely and cold
You slowly start losing control
Ls come with dub and dap from people that don’t even rap that say your music really touch their hearts
A lyrical surgeon, but is it worth it?
Worth of all these stare downs, and mean muggings?
Death threats, best bet is quitting. but i seem bugging
Deemed dumb and I shouldn’t step away from the scene, love it
False prophecies about the industry
Whole time we see a lot of kids wanting a membership
No signs we see about it before the depression hit
It make me sick, but I really love this thing, I love to script
I love to press my thoughts onto my iPhone keyboard
I still rely each chord to spark an idea, a memory, a travesty that we each mourn differently so I still pour my heart into this empty game
I pause and analyse the simulation
Freeze frames
Deep fake, facing shifting each day, this the future innit
Take your mask off, those melodies are sounding algorithmic
That’s what y'all mimic
These rapper insecure
Seeking more validation in chorus
In accord to what they see in stores, immature
Yet a more humble approach is a realer cure
Ridicule the people that not assured that they secure
I pray for more humility than all new couture
You adore a truer core, you recall a time when you was forced to either skew, purport the truth or to be a dork
Do it for newer cars to afford, not a- you fraud
Maybe I’m like you
Maybe I’m fake, maybe I relate
Maybe I spite you coz you remind me of me when I was trying too hard
Dying to guard my heart, and buy yours, I’d lie in these bars
Why would I start?
Because when the flashing lights go off, i’m posed to be strong enough to face the darkness
My poetry harms the mind, but I’m learning to harness this power of putting thoughts onto paper with the mightiest sword, a king author
That perception of me, had to readjust
Reading up on leaders of the kids, you know that Keid is up
Ease it up, don’t give opinions, you know they keep it tucked
Streets is tough, now it’s reason that we get the Dibas up
I keep my feet above the faeces. Feeling us feeding us
So if you need a feature, we ain’t free, make sure your fees is up
Because feeling us feeding us