Malignant kaleidoscope
I waited for you
The later it got
The worse it was
Cold revelation
Glum discovery
Most of the men
I have previously chosen
To spend time with
Weren’t worth it
These grown boys
Listen to too much rap music
Old men
Asking if they can
Take me home
Young men
Holding their crotch
Asking what’s up for the night
Why
Would you want a girl
Who only wants to have sex
If you have enough money
To pop champagne in the club
Why
Would you want to spend
Hundreds of dollars on
Bubbly wine in the club
What are you celebrating
Why
Would you want a relationship
With no love or romance
I waited
Rap and hip-hop are not the same
Hip-hop is about music
You don’t love me like you say you do
If you have to get naked
Shoot a gun
Or wear a "Jesus piece"
It ain’t hip-hop
If your contacts are blue
And your weave is blond
If you call a female
Bitch, hoe, chicken, pigeon
Or any such noun
You have missed the point
If you judge people by
Muscles and money rather
Than personality and intelligence
If big booty overrides self-esteem
If somebody has to die
Cause they stepped on your shoe
You have missed the point
Malignant kaleidoscope
Glum discovery
Your music is making my people bleed
Hip-hop is for the people
What ever happened to revolution
Two turn tables and a mic
Poppin’ lockin’
Tagging
Creativity
You weren’t there
And while I waited
My love for you
Went cold
But somehow
I just don’t think
You get my point
Where were you
The day hip-hop died
Don’t bother showing up now
I’m not waiting anymore
Now I am making my own
Revolution
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by Empress Nzingha
© 2003 empressnzingha@hotmail.com