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
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