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Hip-Hop

Back in my day,
We had people with morals,
They never wanted to say,
Anything that was immoral,
It was an art,
Now it's a disgrace,
To a once beautiful and graceful start,
Now it's a disgusting and full of bass.

Now it's just sex, money, drugs, and murder,
Literally everything that's isn't order,
I wonder why humans are so rebellious,
It's all so fucking cancerous,
They're making music for vibing,
Which is fine, but it's lost it's splendor,
Once made for storytelling,
Now for making blenders,
All of this for product,
No wonder the sales bucked,
All of these things to pull everyone in,
Such an ingenious trash bin,
I remember when hip hop had stories,
That made you imagine,
All those words they spit was full of magic,
Now all I hear is words that cause me to drown,
In a place all full of frowns,
Nothing good came out of it,
Only a bunch of powered and opposites,
So return hip hop to its rightful place,
An art full of happiness and taste