They say Rap bares a hateful soul,
a voice that calls out for all lustful goals.
Spoken like venom spit out on the mass,
they talk of violence, and the exploitation of a lass.
Should it be stopped, or held under some form of rule,
no for it is a useful outlet for people's vocal tool.
I am not here to judge what you all have to say,
but in the life you live know in the end you will be the prey.
Gun's, women, drugs to no end,
will you not see the truth unless you see a dead friend.
Oh, I am the best, None can be as great as me,
but in the end can you handle what you see.
A body broken from a hard life, and friends dead of abuse,
you find the crowds leave you alone to dwell as a lonely recluse.
The sales stop and you are so broken up you have nothing to say,
and as the money dwindles, you are haunted by each passing day.
The cars, and the women gone from your grasp and sight,
alone you are to die in bankruptcy, or bar fight.
No you live by what you say and do,
for I only know this is so true.
Don't stop in your craft, but broaden your mind,
for there you will understand a greater gift you will find.
The words you speak can mold what others think,
let them thirst in your wisdom, and words they can drink.
Don't choke them with the same selfish life you live in,
let your words be teachers to make their life win.
I ask this one poet to another that has a gift,
for your words should not destroy, but in turn lift.
