The Truth

Been stuck in the slow lane, aimin fo fame
No one feels what I say, aint dat a shame
When thoughts hit me like a freight train,
All they say is try to refrain, just stay outta da game, your rhymes are fuckin wack and lame,
You ain’t meant for this life, you got no name,
You no fuckin different, you plain and tasteless
You’ll never be da best, just empty n faceless,
What a mess hip hop’s become, has everyone forgot where it originated and came from, its too late, the damage is done, can’t be undone
We need a Hip Hop heavyweight like KRS-One,
To comeback and help clean the sleight,
Ill do my best to help fix and recreate, what everyone doesn’t seem to appreciate,

— SW..if..TY