fifty & Waning, witnessing rap’s Decimation
Fckr’s, they took Nippsey and left us with Drake
Some of us still grieving 2Pac
They always take our realest
Leave us with those flinching hollow pretenders
Profiteering by perpetuating violence
Thuggery and crime as a way of life
Generation after wasted generation
Indoctrinated in a degenerate mindset
Gang, gang make guns with your fingers, graduate
To inking veracity’s crimson rhymes
That the whole world connects with
Then watch them come for your greatness, Fckr’s.
Sellout’s!
Pushing a get rich or die trying toxic propaganda
Now, we have college dropouts as manufactured
RapGod fallacies selling out stadiums
Meanwhile 8 bar’s true kings & queens
Reduced to living legend, afterthoughts
Bouncing debts of ignorance mistakes
Dodging those jail or addiction industry trappings
Barely miles from the same ghetto’s they strived
to Escape!
We’ve got pathetic fakes talking about signing cheques
Because they’ve built a career
On the back of ghost writers
Parade their wealth in all their depraved video mirages
Teaching yet another false narrative
About how to be a talentless success
In a society devoid of morality, refuting merit’s necessity
Yeah, happy 50th birthday rap
Or is that ‘urban culture’ pop rhymes now?
Sad to admit, I’ll be surprised
If you’ll be celebrating any centenary feats!
Life’s a ditch, we dig six inches in every sigh
While witnessing life’s incessant absurdities
Trying to survive our moonless nights
So we can be scorched under sunlight
Smiling, to repress trepidation
Beneath every new sensation
Our good one’s, all die young
Explains why fools like me are left behind, cursed
To witness decimation & verse
© L. B. Mek
February 2023