It shouldn't take a reflection that explores the depths of your wisdom,
Corporate America has simply found its newest victim,
Rooted in the art of contractual negotiations,
Artists have forgotten their moral obligations,
The deterioration is visible through lyrical evaluation,
Justifying why you're "hot" does not take imagination,
Gone are the days of storytellers and sophistication,
Simply make up a dance and become an overnight sensation,
I agree that the craft did not come with a set of instructions,
Opened the door for a scrawny li'l "Soulja" of destruction,
Although, no singly entity is responsible for this tragedy,
As you can see, it is the undesired product of apathy,
A wise one said the "gangsta rhymers ain't inspired",
The young are too ignorant to learn from those who've retired,
Hip-Hop is not Crunk, nor Snap, nor Pop,
It is a lyrical explosion that fills the empty pots,
However, this identity crisis has rendered it lifeless,
When one stares into the dark they will likely think they're sightless,
Believe me, hope comes before our ignorance and other vices,
Prove me otherwise and I shall claim you to be the wisest,
But as long as you and I are out there rhymin' well, Hip-hop may be somewhere alive and well, |
Submission Name: Who Killed Hip-Hop?
