When the world get's too heavy, Hip Hop helps me escape it - The Last Emperor
Got the eyes of a fighter, as harsh as a vulture,
Wearing my heart on my shoulders--the scars of a soldier,
Apart of the torture; The vanity in conquering this insanity,
With all of this calamity the nerves of this humanity,
Is full of tension--Built for the streets layout,
But I'm at peace for at least 3 minutes 'till the beat fades out,
Indeed my way out is through H.E.R; She gave me heart,
The Soul of Hip Hop, The Feel of Rhythm--The Matriarch.
She became apart of my life--the pride in my efforts,
The glimmering stars in the night--the prize in life stressors,
My endeavors are for h.e.r, but in spite I have worsened,
Cause I'm not mischievous enough-- to pry through my burdens,
But I'm elightened by verses, relating to tunes,
Every song is a page of my life with a playlist of moods,
It's what's sacred to few--most phony fanatics,
Following the newest trend being only pragmatic,
But I've established myself--and few would bother,
Cause Hip Hop's conceived again--H.e.r newest daughter,
With the cruelest Father; Such a edgy planet,
Taking His anger out on us, it's so heavy handed,
These selfish antics on Earth exploding like land mines,
Cause the abuse of H.e.r brings the anguish of mankind,
Taking advantage of h.e.r will always rival the cruelest,
Moments in Hip Hop and will stifle h.e.r movement,
So come to the conclusion that you'll ride 'till it's over!,
And fight for the message and then die by h.e.r culture!,
And write in the present and abide when it's kosher!,
Reciting h.e.r presence when guns are mics in a holster!
Not in sight with the posers!--Only there to erase it,
Cause when he's fierce as fuck--she's there to help me to escape it.
Got the eyes of a fighter, as harsh as a vulture,
Wearing my heart on my shoulders--the scars of a soldier,
Picking the part of the closure--Lets dwell in my patience,
Cause when I finally escape it, she'll help me maintain it.
-Nique.
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