Public Service Announcment

A simple ripple
To tip the scale and cripple,
Crush individuality and each individual,
A silent scuffle,
A violent outburst of cries slowly muffled,
Free expression will not be stifled,
No show of force will sway me, to lower my rifle,
To stand my ground, or protect my territory,
To continue the endeavor that defines my humanity,
Step forth or step back,
Your choice, my gain, my defense, or my attack,
Slowly I challenge what society claims to be a lost cause,
A system with so called perfection but tarnished with all flaws,
You are the reason
They invented open season
Hunt the weak with no rhyme to reason,
Or do you have a reason to rhyme,
Rhyme for a lack of time,
Or time to just kick rhymes that rip lines of mine,
But my mind licks rhymes till my enzymes collide,
And your minuscule proceedings are diminished, crushed, ground into dust that’s fine,
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
I paint a beautiful eulogy with words taken from your obituary that left your legacy a bust,
The legacy of a broke down bum made of illegitimate legends,
Of unspoken fibs that lead to the legendary truth of how your speech leaves me feeling lethargic with no room to even reverend,
A commercial slaughter,
Led by the underground martyrs,
Who devote themselves to a culture that is being abused by so called “carters”,
Stop; take a look and listen,
My rich rhymes have more luster than your rhymes tarnished with money, hoes, and jewels that barely glisten,
OBJECTION,
To you I am nothing but a satirical expression, to your cynical impressions,
You thought you took 5 steps forward but you took 10 leaps in regression,
No succession, but a timid stand still, while I convey rhymes of intention and comprehension,
Fucking cowards,
You’re just lukewarm when you claim to be hot in our visions,
Breedspeak cause we must, must we speak to breeds not clinically inclined to aim in our direction,
These simple primates parade primitive paragraphs demonstrating their “vast” knowledge that contradict our evolution,
Only the strong survive,
Only the devoted should scribe,
Why should we be in question because we stand on this dance floor of life and not groove to your offbeat vibe?
Are we Pawns, or Kings?
It doesn’t matter were all key players,
Just another record to throw off the DJ as he balances between the thin line of the cross fader,
Your words are a heavy burden, transforming me into Atlas, with the world on my shoulders, but I will not falter, crush under the pressure,
Understand that I have a vernacular and a crew (BREEDSPEAK) that has no measure,
We are HIP HOP, We are POETRY, We are the epitome of this culture,
But we couldn’t of done it without your help so allow me to reassure,
Thank you to these hypocritical, analytical, simple minded, stuck in an era of no purpose and order,
Thank you to all our HATERS!!!

*Congratulations to all our haters for you have finally been acknowledged by true artists.
RESPECT.