Inspiration

My lyrical genius has since dwindled
Fingers were tired
I’m reaching for a thimble
I can’t quit now I was just getting agile and nimble
To juxtapose words to create a bigger symbol
It’s not simple
The game needs fixing before it’s belittled
But who’s with him
The change up styles
And be different
They don’t get it
With all the money in the world
They can’t pay attention
So they miss the rhythm
To the native drum beats
They refuse to listen
But a wise woman once taught me
That real eyes
Realize
Real lies
Though some people catch on
More “fans” stand strong
So now my baby, in fear, hides
But I promise Hip-Hop
In me, you won’t die