Letter To a Young Rapper

Look, anyone can stick two words together and rhyme, But you gotta have rhythm and you gotta have time, And you gotta have the guts to put it all on the line, And stand up to whole world though it might make you blind You gotta bleed out your heart, you gotta pour out your soul, You gotta speak with every single syllable that you know, And there’s moments you’ll think that you’re apart from the rest, Still trying and dying, giving it all of your best, Until you’re out-hustled, out-muscled, and you’re up to your neck, Until you’re thinking you should stop and maybe give it a rest, But don’t give up yet, no this is only a test To dig deep inside and until you out-rhyme the best You gotta write ‘til you’re sick, you gotta write like He wills it, Gotta take all of your anger to paper and spill it, You gotta gather your emotion like and ocean and let it go, There’s no stopping your hustle and there’s no stopping your flow So get out there and show all of the people that dissed you, And remind them of the time that they’re all gonna miss you, When you’re up flying high and looking down to see All the haters wishing that they were you but can’t be So you gotta keep on going, holding onto this thing, And don’t you dare let go no matter how hard it seems, Just set it up in your mind and you can do anything, Because it's all in your heart, boy, now just follow your dream.