An Ode To The Rappers On The Radio Who Destroyed My Friends

Last night there was a fight,
It started with some words that you once spoke into the mic,
Because of this fight we almost lost our lives,
In a systematic execution.
Thank you, dear rappers, for inspiring a generation of hate filled children to buy guns and use them,
But your the villains.
Last night, this is real, it's on the news in my town,
Two cars rolled up on my friends and tried make our lives end. They shot 25 rounds, the cops said, but no one was killed, that was a godsend.
But I don't blame them for trying to take my life, I blame your words, because the bomb does not go off until it ignites.
You rappers, here is an Ode against you. May you revel in the hell that you've cause my generation to bear. You shape shifting mystics and soft spoken cryptics who like to use deceptive linguistics to strike but you missed me, but you got the rest, the hit is direct and they are knocked on their asses, left sifting through ashes, but I deny your stupidities, you have no room in my life.