Poetic Voice
- Leituras 474
- Votos 1
- Capítulos 38
Dear black rap artist's of the game yes you the ones who sold your souls to inherit the fortune and fame
You the ones whose lyrics are so toxic that it injects poison into my people's brain as you continue to deceive millions for a profit in order to establish a platform and name
Yes you the ones who teach others it's okay to rob shoot kill and steal from each other
The ones who say it's okay for black men and women to disrespect one another
You shove your poison into my people's ears and when they die trying to be what they see and hear the majority of u aren't even around yeah the majority of you probably don't even care
Tell me how is it fair??
For you to kill and deceive millions??
While you live in those big mansions and continue to use your gifts to plot against trillions
Innocent women men and children filled with various black bodies who die in those streets
When you don't even have enough respect to use your gifts to stop them from becoming the next statistic which has that hashtag that says r.i.p
Enough respect to not disrespect black women as you refer to them as ghetto black bitches hoes and bad bitches but not time do you feel a need to respect them to the point you only call them black Queen's
We listen to your poison you spit on that hot beat
It's like forcing someone to drink poison when I listen to Y'all speak
And no disrespect to Jay-z but he isn't keeping it 100 yet claims to be conscious when he's just another sell-out in the music industry
That's right I said it yet the majority are already programmed to just reject it
Yeah I could be telling you the truth and yet you're brainwashed to the point that you still won't get it
Cause majority of you would rather argue and try to discredit facts
While the cycle continues to repeat cause this is deeper than rap......
© 2018
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