Gone and left me
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And I¡¯m feelin¡¯ mighty low (x4)
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The current state of events has me depressed
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I used be accessed by the best
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But now the worst has me stressed
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And believe me friend there is no exaggeration
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I was created as a medium for poetic communication
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I was born in the US as an original culture
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I¡¯m definitely art, but not a painting or a sculpture
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I used to be positive, now I¡¯m suffering depression
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Way to much corruption in this poetic expression
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People used to love rockin¡¯ shows and it showed
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Once money was involved I traveled on a rocky road
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The love has left me
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Now I¡¯m feeling awfully empty
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And the ones who abused me are driving off in a Bentley
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I¡¯m thought to be ignorant by the mainstream
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¡®Cause misrepresentation and misconceptions remained seen
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All I want is for people to embrace me
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And if it doesn¡¯t happen I want the history books to erase me
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It¡¯s a shame that they use my name in vein often
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And it¡¯s because of me a few people are in a coffin
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As an individual I¡¯m dastardly lonely
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I wish that somebody would actually master the ceremony
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Without being phony and coming with the real
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Instead of chasing all the money and ignoring the skill
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The love has definitely gone considerably
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So I¡¯ll let it be and simply drown in my misery
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I¡¯m feelin mighty low
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And I¡¯m feelin mighty low(x4)
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I¡¯m still sad
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I feel bad blatantly
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I can¡¯t watch TV without somebody raping me
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And it¡¯s tough to be constantly violated
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The return to my true state is what I¡¯ve long awaited
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It¡¯s really not easy being in an exploited culture
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Everyone bites ideas like rode kill to vultures
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People have taken me so far from my essence
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Like going from being the kings men to the peasants
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Our presence is felt by the dedicated
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To all the rest is big business like federated
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I¡¯m heart broken
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But there is no need to start coping,
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I stopped coping a long time ago and I started choking
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On the tear drops that wouldn¡¯t stop fallen from my face
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'Cause it seems that i have no place, a fallen disgrace
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All the love is lost
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And what it cost to pay
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To be tossed away
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Like tea in the Boston bay lost today
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But hopefully found tomorrow
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I¡¯d hate to go out and openly profound sorrow
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But that¡¯s the way it¡¯s headed and that¡¯s the fate I¡¯m dreaded
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And when I¡¯m dead and gone give me my belated credit
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I feel no reason to live
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Why should I exist and get ignored and yet continue to give
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All I want is for people to acknowledge me the respect
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Signing off hip hop now solemnly reflect
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I¡¯m feelin mighty low
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And I¡¯m feelin mighty low(x4)
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A Page In Hip Hop's Diary
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