End of the Road

Fuel for the flame so it lights my way

On the path less taken, just not the same

Now hip hop has changed, it lost its vision

Mine's still fine, see, things are different

Beats plus rhymes, not the shell of a slug

My very first passion, we fell out of love

Lost all its dignity, lost any relevance

Why can't this music appeal to intelligence

Once was an art-form that young adults followed

Now a contaminant that generations swallow

See time rewind, shut the noise in a hole

Free your mind, put a call in to poison control