The Art He Loves

To the people who hasn't changed themselves for money Hip Hop is in his blood He gave his soul to the rhythm And his life to the art he loves Although he wasn’t a thug He slung adjectives, verbs and nouns around town Instead of drugs He packed a mic No knife, no gun For the art he loved He sacrificed money He sacrificed fame Because he would not change For that buck that would have changed his life He chose integrity instead of ice He chose to tell the truth Instead of lying to get produced And now when he spits through microphones People know that he made it on his own Without slinging, killing, Or selling his soul