1980 I was still a baby
remembering the beats of
Kool in the gang
teenagers doing their thing
who would of thought
Hip Hop would be so inspiring

The addias and cross colors clothes
to lady's wearing big hoop earings
sitting in the park
chillin watching
breaker dancers do their leg spins
Hip Hop yet again leaving its mark

Now times changed
What people didn't imagine is
Hip Hop as a poetic form of art
Breathing, Sleeping Hip Hop
Popping in old to new skool
Lauryn pouring out her heart
to Nas flowin' the knowledge of black history
Hip Hop will always be a poetic tool

Remember when 2pac & biggie got shot?
Now you have rappers claiming samples
of their beats thinking thats HOT!
When really its not
Rappers and Poets come and go
But in the eyes of a fan
I will always recall how it all began

-Feb 2005-Punky!