Thousand Words Campaign:18

Don't Do The Do

We've run out of things to say

We've ran out of originality

Ultimately loosing our face

In a world where new is old

And old is repeated until cold

And cold is argued amongst the faux

Fake hip hop ballers

Fake R n' B artists

What happen to the real poetic drops

Where is the Real Billboard tops

We're in a place where real hip hop stops

And mimicking takes the top spots

And slackin starts all the ass clappin

And being too loose on the track

Allows room for editors to post a crack

Needing to crack down on the depth

So we don't lose our voice, lose or breath

In a society that thrives on catchy lines

Its hard to ask for more, more creativity

No Stanky leg, no killin' in these streets

Makin' millions, now tell me how u got there

No more real baby making music, now tell me how did we get here?

We're missing the old days that had meaning

But we're taking their old ways and degrading

To a time where our generation

Deceives the next years of population

Into believing that she got a dunk

Is the next best thing to being a doc

We have our oldie but goodies

Cause beauty was her name

They'll have reused oldies but hoodies

And all they'll have is Miss pretty pussy

We've lost it, we've ruined it

Black Hip Hop

Black Rock

Black R n' B

Black Pop

We might as well just let the black flop

And start a new black creative clock

-A.Marie