Just why the fuck am I so obsessed with rhymes?
It's this addiction, so musically inclined
The social apathy to the demise of the craft
Street poetry, absent on every path
Why did I think something so true would last?
I used to love H.E.R, but now the flame quivers
Retrospective spins make me shiver
A new generation is called upon to deliver
The last cypher as she bleeds from the liver
The underground ascends to the mainstreet
No billboard chase and no stale beef
Just stories, knowledge and words of wisdom,
All tamed by the beat and the rhythm.