What we miss, what we lose pt. 1-2
Where the fashion is plastic W(r)AP,
tippety tap Pop twap, no more of that
boom bap passion, Elmer Fud fudging up the facets.
Omitted verses, bring 'em back;
reinstate the hip hop classes,
-Rock classics to com-Pete.
Freestyles with stories
without penile distortions;
or a body count of abortions,
growing big Pharma fortunes
off plan "B" school courses.
Don't tell me you had no choices.
With that big of a dick in your mouth,
of course you're voiceless.
Don't force your corsets
in front of men cause you're coinless.
What's corny is,
there's better women who're toiling
while you're out whoring
around and about, preforming.
Anywhere the bitch blows,
doesn't really matter to me,
that shit needs no sympathy.
And though perverse schemes
fuel faux machines,
cruel though it seems;
word for word
and verse per verse indeed:
Purse your lips, terse hand on your hips.
Raise your phones, adjust your tits.
Duck faces, it's just a pic,
It's Only- the adoring -Fans offering tips,
Rationale femme fatales excuses;
"It's just the tip."
Corrupt lips induct kids
to believe life comes and goes around lost innocence.
Far along is the destruction of sense,
morality traded for common cents.
Girls fooled by two faced compliments
cause they were raised to be Daddy's little princess.
This in turn burns into their heads,
that they're perfect
and need not suffer the consequence.
Pay off with cash or card,
with a Daddy complex,
thinking they're cute and therefore can
get away with it.
They're frontal cortex
has but one thought process,
"Y'all revolve around me,
solve me according to my context."
She as a queen
proceeds to "leak" non family friendly content,
getting that bread
while giving head,
years later popping out kids
for welfare checks
under the pretense our society projects:
"Money can buy cars and jets,
broads and Sex-."
for that old concept,
"listen to your elders."
But today, conflicts exist
between sexually pent
up pricks aiming for the heads
of blue collar gents
for two dollar opinions.
The fool hollers,
the wise truly stand taller,
silent until you call 'em
out, though the rest won't follow.
That holler mentality clicks with hollow
cliques; chicks who've never got too much to swallow,
who shit on with one trick. Cower
behind an inch thick of makeup. Empowering
being offended instead of not giving a fuck.