These days……it seems……kats have lost tha heart ta Discova-with-a-Mic/
It’s sad to see old emcees……tryin……Strugglin-ta-Write/
Recoverin’-ta-Fight……smaller odds, than Tyson gettin Bludgeoned-in-tha-Night/
Hoverin’-Despite, they have no words to even Mutter-in-sum-Light/
Damn……tha rush has now faded, lyke a pair of Rocawear-Jeans/
I rememba tha days, when peeps would Stop-and-Stair-at-Fiends/
Kats were addicted ta rhymin’, spittin to Unlock-and-Share-their-Dreams/
Now, lyrical geniuses have been blinded, hit……Rocked-with-a-Terrible-Disease/
Emcees now stutterin, willpower……non-existent……Flopped,-it’s-Embarrasin-ta-See/

I guess……things change, and every emcee eventually Loses-tha-Rush/
No agility, much less stability……even when they’re Usin-a-Crutch/
Skills depleted, wordplay decreasin’, much easier to be Movin-tha-Dutch/
Music-can-Touch, Soothin-Lyrics can be Food-for-tha-Spirit, but Solutions-are-Bluffed/
Endless flowin, Illusions-are-Stuck, brain waistin away, inevitably you’re just Cruisin-through-Muck/

Sadness consumes all, Lyrical-Regression causes Spiritual-Depression, emcees constantly prayin for tha Miracle-Infection/
Endless Hysterical-Inspections of both, Brain-and-Mind/
Prayin-for-a-Sign, hopin that one day……Decay-will-Decline/
Searchin endlessly through resources, eager that one Contains-a-Rhyme/
Jumpin from verse to verse, but you must Remain-in-Line/
If your thinkin’ about quittin……Change-your-Mind/ F*** Love, Pain-is-Blind/

Still workin’ on tha hook,
Peace

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