Where I Belong

Ya hear rappers talkin' this and that, talkin' **** and ass, all that ****s just crass, and when I write my lines all my rhymes have class They're all talkin' about trucks and rims talkin chasin trim because their depth is thin they're done before they begin and by the time they catch their flow I'm on my second wind with words of actual meaning and beliefs that won't bend where you see from the art of my craft all time that I spend the integrity of the pen is what I hope to defend I like to believe what I say because word is strong I'd like to form my life around the feel of song with a positive beat, and I'll hum along 'cause within the words on this page is where I belong.