A Change

If lyrics sold then truth be told in time I’d
Just as rich and famous as Jay-Z
Truthfully I’d rather rhyme with common sense
Only original beats manifesting lyrical finesse
But right and left all I ever see is the deaf
And the fact that we wont get back is such a mess
A sentence begins indented with formality
Rappers need to get back to gramatical anatomy
Because what I see drives me to insanity
I need to resort to Plan B, revolt against the mainstream
Fame and bling is a materialistic perspective
Individualism isn’t a sin it’s a tactic
How many kids today think they can really rap
But have never sat back and maxed to Illmatic
How many The Tribe, Mos Def, and Kweli
Nas, Common, Pharoahe Monch, and Rakim
They’ll never know a poetic, fanatic, acrobatic style of rap
I’m an animal of concept tatooed like a cons neck
My lyrics are ammunition to keep my spirit from prison
Because I’m on a mission to educate, dilate, and hand out lessons
Mainstream says I need street credibility or a 9
And I need a gang or a certain skin tone for my raps to be right
This got me thinking deep into the night
I’m Wisconsin white and I can rap 360 around the mics
In a world full of potential waving a white flag
My vocab makes it so I don’t have to brag
I got more rhymes than a hive as honey
Unfortunately too many MC’s focus on the money
The remedy is in our speed we need to slow down
Take a look around and explore the profound
But if your no down with the same sounds they say your obscene
And at scenes end they can’t determine things I’ve seen
Because I’ve seen murder, rape, and numerous street evils
Pez heads scrounging crack, a cousin selling herself for needles
This is real and it happens everyday
Before rap turns the page their needs to be a change