What is Rap?

Is it a life style? or is it....
an attack on women..'bitch-this' an
attack on men? 'Bitch-ass-Nigga-that'
Is it where the struggle ends...
when the money is flowing in?
Or is it where the real problems begin...
living up to the 'style' you've written in?
Was it your life?..are you true to the core? or
Just trying to sell rhymes and nothing more...
Are you chasing that dollar or are you
Chasing your dreams or will you end up
like Micheal in 'scream' Do we have the right...
the right to question you... when the
Little boys are sagging their pants
and the girls have switched from 'double-dutch'
to a little ass................lap dance?
Can you explain yourself? Why is Rap ...Hip-hop..and sex
the only thing that sells? you in the studio....
mike to your mouth...all you....shall I say it?
Niggas...in the same boat...every other line talkn bout
A young girls 'deep throat'. Is this how you live your lives or
is it all just a smoke screen? Pen to paper to studio to stage...
Are those words of inherent rage?
Is this the life you live? For some...I'm sure...no doubt
your writing bout the only thing you know about.
You got his name..but know nothing about him...
Why would you? locked up since you were seven
What was that life you lived?
Little sister slept with you...cause she had no crib...
Mom workn that money...just tryn to survive...
Barely knowing where u were....walkn 'cake' street
in that tattered faux-fur...so I can understand that anger
that animosity...at the life you were dealt...
not the life you agreed...searching for a way to be free..
you turned it into creativity....But, you've left that life...it's been a little bit
have you progressed your lines...or is everything 'stilled' mirrored thru the
image of the same sh*t...is this a double standard? Using words
that you'd use...or is this the only way to get through to you?
Through my steel lenses...I know this is fu-tile...nothing will change
Would it even be worthwhile? So, for you invisible ink rappers...continue
your lies...and for you who've lived the other side.....
long live ....Rap...and Hip-hop....For it will never 'truly' die.

That Perfect Space

Reaching for that perfect space
where I can live my life
tether-free and unbound
no worries nor gripes
A place where I can be myself....
free and anxious-less
A place where no one judges me...
a place..where...I can rest
A place where I express my thoughts..
no matter what they are...
A place of understanding
a place of quiet grace a place where
I can rest assured...
from the rats that run this race.
A place where I can close my eyes...
a place where all is truly 'real'..
A place where words can be silemt
and all one does is 'feel'
Is there even such a place?
or am I searching aimlessly...
blindly looking for something
that isn't meant to be...
Am I to be bound by others' thoughts
projected on to me
The weight of 'their' history
added to my own..without the realizaton
That I should stand alone...
why must I suffer
for the negatives of another's past...
don't you see? this way...the pain
will never pass.
One day to the next
should not be counted by the last.
For each is anew it's own tears and laughter.
Singular to that day...though more will come after
Will I find that Perfect space or am I looking hopelessly..
Knowing if I ever cease to look...
No longer would I be.