Hip Hop,

he didn't even know me by name..
affiliated through accomplises,
he knew my alias,
the word i go by in the game.
And with fame as our equal desire,
too years not just a minute
to ignite this fire..
Hip Hop as an attire,
love as a high feeling when you just can't get any higher..
juices dripping colors like blood on barbed wire..
out of breath and im breathless
cant nobody take you or make me forget this ... this
love affair, stickin around for once.. i dont seem hard to bare.

Hip Hop, your rare.
n when we sexin its battle of words and letters..
n letters is the reason we in the same flock of one feather.
passionate scratches of your smooth exterior,
music..
with Hip Hop thru me, i feel so inferior.




im lifeless.