A Page In Hip Hop's Diary

Gone and left me

And I'm feelin' mighty low (x4)

The current state of events has me depressed

I used be accessed by the best

But now the worst has me stressed

And believe me friend there is no exaggeration

I was created as a medium for poetic communication

I was born in the US as an original culture

I'm definitely art, but not a painting or a sculpture

I used to be positive, now I'm suffering depression

Way to much corruption in this poetic expression

People used to love rockin' shows and it showed

Once money was involved I traveled on a rocky road

The love has left me

Now I'm feeling awfully empty

And the ones who abused me are driving off in a Bentley

I'm thought to be ignorant by the mainstream

'Cause misrepresentation and misconceptions remained seen

All I want is for people to embrace me

And if it doesn't happen I want the history books to erase me

It's a shame that they use my name in vein often

And it's because of me a few people are in a coffin

As an individual I'm dastardly lonely

I wish that somebody would actually master the ceremony

Without being phony and coming with the real

Instead of chasing all the money and ignoring the skill

The love has definitely gone considerably

So I'll let it be and simply drown in my misery

I'm feelin mighty low

And I'm feelin mighty low(x4)

I'm still sad

I feel bad blatantly

I can't watch TV without somebody raping me

And it's tough to be constantly violated

The return to my true state is what I've long awaited

It's really not easy being in an exploited culture

Everyone bites ideas like rode kill to vultures

People have taken me so far from my essence

Like going from being the kings men to the peasants

Our presence is felt by the dedicated

To all the rest is big business like federated

I'm heart broken

But there is no need to start coping,

I stopped coping a long time ago and I started choking

On the tear drops that wouldn't stop fallen from my face

'Cause it seems that i have no place, a fallen disgrace

All the love is lost

And what it cost to pay

To be tossed away

Like tea in the Boston bay lost today

But hopefully found tomorrow

I'd hate to go out and openly profound sorrow

But that's the way it's headed and that's the fate I'm dreaded

And when I'm dead and gone give me my belated credit

I feel no reason to live

Why should I exist and get ignored and yet continue to give

All I want is for people to acknowledge me the respect

Signing off hip hop now solemnly reflect

I'm feelin mighty low

And I'm feelin mighty low(x4)