Hip Hop was supposed to be this new thing that had no boundaries and was so different to everyday music. As long as it has soul to it, hip hop can live on.
Things change that's the way it is.
Burnin' churches, fearin' God, Who can be so cruel, We all ignorant to AIDS, Till it happens to you.
I looked up and all I saw was blue lights. If I die tonight, I'm dying in a gun fight.
Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed and hocus pocus, try to focus but I can't see.
It aint about black or white cause we`re human