son_of_eve Posted July 18, 2003 There's something I want you to know Matter of fact I won't even waste my tight flow So I'll just spit a verse for you I'm pissed off with the things you do About thirty years old if I may recall? Each year you seem to lose a little soul A struggle evolved into your destined birth Resulting in your own identity here on earth Your daughters and sons derive their livelihood watching you Now they turned their backs and you allow them to screw you Pardon my French, but I'm ****in' angry Everything you say there days revolves around money All you talk about is bling - bling, ballers and tricks I've even forgotten that you have the ability to think You're so blinded by evil You've forgotten that we're still one people! I'm ashamed of what you've become I write to you now because I'm still your son What happened to teaching the kids? Reminiscing about all the things we did? Now you hang with a totally different crew I find myself constantly asking questions like 50 Cents who? And what's he really saying in that song `wangsta'? And these fake ass emcees trying to be gangstas Mademoiselle your real son died in 96 Since then a few actually make any sense Nas, X, the Roots, Common, Lauryn Hill to name a few The others I'm afraid still ain't got no clue They must be giving free record deals if Fabulous can rap If I were in charge, we wouldn't go out like that Nah I'll stop here before I continue dissing My point is simple - something's missing We're neglecting the real truth And constantly poisoning our youth How many pregnant teens you know or heard? How many emcees really embrace God's word? I see the cross they normally wear all iced out How many actually know what that's about? I'm ****in tried of the bling-bling I ain't buying your product till you start saying something So Mademoiselle I hope now you understand why And in time you might send me a brief reply. One love always Your son Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
