I remember the time when I wanted to rhyme
Beats were the greatest thing at the time
It continued, rap was abused and assaulted
Videotaped so people vote and dissolved it
Not recognizing the beauty of how art speaks
Somehow this drought continued the streak
Its the emotion, poetic thought combined
The beautiful mind designed was defined
But never enforced and women stayed bitches
Men are thinkin they can control who she is
Im like whats this genocide that we hide
Settling this lyrical tide and then coincides
With this path we reject but follow this map
How did rap turn RnB now the music snaps
Its this change that redefines terminology
But not realizing the roots and the quality
The roots were cut and was entertainement
Rappers married fame with the engagement
With rings, chains, cars and now the grills
Sayin they trill when art needs to be instilled
When we cant manage the art it falls apart
Overuse words rhymin apart and heart
Copyin beats from greats they created
When will the art be reinstated?