I Used to Love Hip Hop

Man I done come up on that
Bomber jacket with the matching doo rag era
The boom bap era
The "do better where you lack thereof"
Dope
Said I'm 2 bags of that new Jack Herer
Who that?
Call him "do that"
The Wu flag bearer
Boy I was dumbing
Cuz I never had a lot as a younging
And music let me strategize a plan to rise above it
But shit gets out of hand
When you can't acquire the budget
I gotta be the man if I'ma cut it
Used to love hip hop
I used to use it as a drug
Hip hop
Shit, I used to sweat and blood hip hop
But tell me, what's hip hop
The heart's missing, what the fuck, hip hop
Hear em tell me "Loc, it's just hip hop"
Not for me though, I stand
Feet planted, demanding a damn standard
Spit fire, dance in the ambers
I maintain and advance
Though I been hanging on the same slim chance
Of getting back to what it ain't been, man
I used to love hip hop
I used to love hip hop
I used to love hip hop
I used to love hip hop
And even writing this
I can feel it inspiring me
To pursue
The pilot light of this
Ignite it and fuel
The fire inside of this booth
I used to light up with the mic in my view
Now I'm just writing 'bout a life that I knew
Shit ain't the same no more
Shit ain't about what you can bring no more
Shit ain't about how you became no more
I hear the same old story
Fuck you think you on that paved road for
We let em take and didn't wage no war
This shit is messed up, why
Half em wonder when the next gone fly
The odd's lessen when the rest don't try
No progression
Ain't no process to this logic of digression
Top in the opposite direction
Feel like we've lost grip of the thought
And the knowledge that time's precious
So
God, rest his soul
And stop stressing
Though
If I'm next to go, this my blessing
Cuz everything's gotten so complex
I used to love hip hop
I used to love hip hop
I used to love hip hop
I used to love hip hop
And rappers talking to they fans
Like they all look bummy
Gucci wallets inside of pockets
Where Y'ALL put money
Look
We all struggle
So it's all good, money
I ain't trying to blame my fans
For something god took from me
It's been hard
And what's a man supposed to make from this music
When don't nobody wanna pay for this music
Used to relate to this shit
Now everybody just so fake in this music
I feel I need a fucking break from this music
I used to love hip hop
I used to love hip hop
I used to love hip hop
I used to love hip hop