We us to talk about mics and how we’d ego trip, and now they talk about trapping and how they sell that shit. We use to appreciate the beat by just bobbin heads, Now mans are bleaching out the streets tryna pop them feds. I’m not complaining I understand that times are changing, But in reality the cultures really straining. But who I’m I just and old timer still rhyming, but old timer that’s put plenty of time in. Now I’m timing plenty and they ain’t got the time in, let alone the skills the cadence the flow for rhyming. Not forgetting the life experience to preach, when half of them don’t even life the life they speak. That be ok if you could actually rhyme, but I’m sick of see songs all based on one line. This ain’t no call out or throwing down the gauntlet ,I’m too busy battling myself that’s why I’m haunted. By the ghosts of relevance and self-acceptance, But I can’t accept some of the BS you say relevant. And then they say it was different in your day, But believe me todays my day I ain’t going away. Why should I stop when the beast is still in me? When my bars are as barbaric then half of you that I see on YouTube parading like a peacock on heat, while a balaclava covers up your school boy identity. Killing other mans you should be killing exams in reality ya killing ya future understand! Of Couse you don’t cuss if you did you might stop, you might actually speak the truth like prophets, not for profit. See my high house let me get off it, Before I gallant through the street and lyrical gun down your topics. Car when you write and recite somebody else listens, and they get influenced by that so-called street wisdom. That rhyme you wrote could make someone else do it, and then you look at them with the nerve to say they stupid. Every bar you recite about shooting is planned, Every time you claim to hold that gun up in your hand. Every time you tell um you shoting weed on the block, some other kid looks at you and thinks that’s all that life got. So let me rewind and reclaimed my mind, before you say I’m bitter and bitching all the time. I take the time to study the youth and keep listening, and give respect to the diamonds who keep glistening. These precious jewels these precious gems, the ones who study wordplay like it’s the bible in pen. That pen could actually save you from the pen, when you pen a line that penetrates the heart of many men. Metaphors that motivate the minds of a nation, in time will bread and create a new generations. The new players of this game will always win it because they study the history and create a future with no limits.