My Music's My Friend

Man...

What the hell is going on

in people's minds today?

As if we don't have enough

to legitimately hate?

I'm not going to wait, to

try to set some things straight.

This world I see today has

been flipped upside down.

Creating needless enemies

by throwing hateful words around.

Poetic words absurdly used

like daggers to the heart.

Keeping up the chain of abuse

that tear our lives apart.

We need to start a new way

to get our grievances off our chest.

Quit selling out your talent to

promote who can talk shit the best.

I'm intrigued by the battle,

Don't get me wrong.

It's improvisational magic.

I gotta challenge your talent,

Can you write a song, 

That doesn't end so tragic?

To be a good lyricist, one must

observe the outcome of their words.

Fillers are great, but I'm getting irate,

As of late, by theses keyboard warriors.

I'm a creator. No imitating and

parroting the same Ole speal.

They're in a theatre. They're actors

making a genrè that's just not real.

When did this music become like

the fake act put on by the WWF?

It might be news to you. Some of

them choose to be both blind and deaf.

Can't hear the truth and can't see

that our youth are following this

ignorant trend.

This verbal abuse is another

excuse for division...

When does it end?

I'm Starting A Whole New Trend.

My Words Are My Wisdom.

My Music's My Friend.

I say, It's never too late,

to turn this thing around.

A dedicated life gaurd doesn't

let his fellow human drown.

Prophetic words, that stir the

nerves, and go right to the heart.

Reaching out into this ruse

that keeps us all apart.

Every day's a new day, to

make a change and be our best.

Until we get this message out,

there is no time to rest.

I won't flee from a battle,

My words are strong.

I won't feed into your bullshit.

Put my name on the ballet,

then move along while I

teach you how to righteously spit.

To be a good wordsmith, you have

to drift between poetic wit and

Imagination.

Most M.C.'s don't have a fifth of

what it takes for celebration.

I'm an elator. I'm like an elevator

that's only going up.

No imitators. You take the stairs,

and when you finally catch up,

you'll see me erupt.

If you refuse it, you'll lose to this

movement. My lyrics are B A D.

See how I choose to use words

like a fuse, to bring some life back

to this flat lining industry.

Can't see the proof, that it's

hurting our youth by the moral

and ethical code that you bend.

I'm not here to goof, or get caught

under hoof of the donkey's that

end up as pretendafriends.

I'm Starting A Whole New Trend.

My Words Are My Wisdom.

My Music's My Friend.