Verse 1:
People need a rhyme to relax
Not about stacks or the lack of a tax
Nah, forget that
They need a rhyme to provoke thought
cause they know not
What the future may hold
Cause they're so caught,
Up in what's sold
And what's new and what's old
That's a waste of time if you ask me,
But you'll probably just pass me
And flash me a look that's all nasty
And I don't mean to sound so affected
It shouldn't bug me but I let it
I'm trying to keep my pain directed,
Rather than just stress it,
Or even worse just forget it
But it's hard
With the music of these days,
That just pays and help the artists find lays
It's a waste
It seem so bogus,
It's unfocussed, a plague like locusts
But I suppose that I can't judge
While I'm searchin for love
Which may not even really exist
But I believe it does,
I believe there's more than just me,
There's us/
Verse 2:
So what's the point of life?
Well I'm not quite sure,
But if you're looking for more
Just to pass the front door
It's quite simple
there's beauty all around
Like the flowers on the ground
But I found the sound
Of the highly hypothetical
Thoroughly theoretical
Intensely intellectual people
They call it hip-hop
the beat's drop
It won't stop to rock
And what you thought was a knock off
Is actually just a sample
cause it's been heard
But it's absurd, to call it a theft
It's for the words and I'm assured
It's ushered a new way to life
And that's how I stay alive
I strive to survive in the wisdom of the wise
And if I have the choice
I too will share my voice
And you'll hear me rejoice amidst all the noise
But if my words aren't heard
No tear will be shed
Cause at least I got the chance to live
Before I'm dead
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People need a rhyme to relax
Not about stacks or the lack of a tax
Nah, forget that
They need a rhyme to provoke thought
cause they know not
What the future may hold
Cause they're so caught,
Up in what's sold
And what's new and what's old
That's a waste of time if you ask me,
But you'll probably just pass me
And flash me a look that's all nasty
And I don't mean to sound so affected
It shouldn't bug me but I let it
I'm trying to keep my pain directed,
Rather than just stress it,
Or even worse just forget it
But it's hard
With the music of these days,
That just pays and help the artists find lays
It's a waste
It seem so bogus,
It's unfocussed, a plague like locusts
But I suppose that I can't judge
While I'm searchin for love
Which may not even really exist
But I believe it does,
I believe there's more than just me,
There's us/
Verse 2:
So what's the point of life?
Well I'm not quite sure,
But if you're looking for more
Just to pass the front door
It's quite simple
there's beauty all around
Like the flowers on the ground
But I found the sound
Of the highly hypothetical
Thoroughly theoretical
Intensely intellectual people
They call it hip-hop
the beat's drop
It won't stop to rock
And what you thought was a knock off
Is actually just a sample
cause it's been heard
But it's absurd, to call it a theft
It's for the words and I'm assured
It's ushered a new way to life
And that's how I stay alive
I strive to survive in the wisdom of the wise
And if I have the choice
I too will share my voice
And you'll hear me rejoice amidst all the noise
But if my words aren't heard
No tear will be shed
Cause at least I got the chance to live
Before I'm dead
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