Music be ya pa**ion, atleast that's whats you claim, so now you have to sit on the bench and watch others play the game
I mean look that's fine with me, only if i could change some things, like how come when were young
Life seems to be just fun. Pac told us sometime from now that the good die young
But see its when were older we start to accept this change, the world being on our shoulders rap could ease that pain
Nowadays people spit without flow substance,Showing my generation flaws for patience
So everytime we write, we aim for some perfection, then feel rage once the page shows no inception
Don't get me wrong on this poem which i wrote right here, all I'm saying to you all is look man, this life ain't fair
Not to sure though if any of you all do care, flashback to the saying yeah for hip hop's here
It never left but a question you should ask yourself, do you prefer substance, or a lack of your breath
Speak up is what your heart's saying, be a legend in self, and nevermine the game playing see why you keep to yourself? Gone
(Outro)