Disclaimer:

Genocide only occurs nearby the main river

For all to see

I did not slaughter, I was simply assisting.

Ethnic cleansing of myself and people

For I am a pariah. Correct society?

 

 

If power was vested in me

To change merely one thing

I’d change you

Hip-Hop.

 

A rhythm

Given to console her

After he shattered her hymen when having his way without assent that one night

 

A rhythm given to skies of the ghetto when the sun, so shy

Doesn’t rise in sights of convicts and criminals

A rhythm given to justify escape and encourage my high after feeling so low in a jungle So cynical.

 

 

A rhythm given when mother drinks herself to sleep

Or father feels the need to beat his anger out of me

Again.

 

A rhythm that replaces my sorrows with materialism

Jail-bounding brothers

Making worthless women

Who look in the mirror and see reflection of

A worthless woman

 

Ease my trials with punch lines about your monetary status

In which the feminine

Canis lupus familiaris is the “baddest”

 

Father wasn’t there

Hip-hop was

 

Now we know the only way out is “trapping”

Distributing vices to our own

People.

 

 

 If power was vested in me

To change merely one thing

I’d change you

 Hip-Hop.

 

An entity heartlessly raping poverty fractured mentalities

With, corporate inflicted,

Corrupt imbalances

 

Leading a people to self-annihilation

Contaminating thought process, perspectives and spirit of generations

You are like the wind

Eroding away a foundation

Already unstable

 

If power was vested in me

To change merely one thing

I’d Put an end to assisted genocide.

 

I’d change you

Hip-Hop.