Why is it?

07/08/2020
Why is it?

Why is it nowadays,
That a rapper,
Mc or singer,
can't sling a verse,
Without the use,
Of obscene words?
You see....
Lyrically,
Sympathy,
For the words that you speak.
Can’t pull a sentence together,
Cos you grew up on the street?
Grow up and speak english,
Not in profanities,
Like you’re from the streets of Compton,
Where the real gangsters are from.
So our down your knife,
Lay down your weapon.
Is this really what you want,
For each of your ‘bredrin',
To remember them through your music is good,
But cut out the swearing ‘n' cussing,
Is this really what you want,
For your cousin,
Bruv or ‘famalang'.
What is it with you all,
Making new words up each day and adding to your dialect,
Your slang.
To get to the top,
Is that what it takes to be the big man?
Or is going out killing,
Giving you any kind of respect,
Amongst your gangs.
Wow you impress me,
Selling crack to ‘young uns',
Providing them with guns,
All through the hate in your music,
Is how turf wars are begun.
The only people that respect you,
Are the type of people,
Brainwashed too.
Into thinking the life of rap and grime,
Is all about gangs and crime.
So like you all seem to say,
Go back to your own postcode ‘blood',
Don’t bring what you want,
‘Up in my hood'.
Or I’ll be up in your grille,
Phoning the po po,
Calling the old bill. 
Then you’ll be prison meat.
Trust me blood,
In there,
Your backsides will bleed,
You’ll be nothing but cannon fodder,
That is what they call,
Inside Prison fees.
Did I forget to mention,
In there you don’t  have to pay for it,
You’ll get It for free.
Did I really just write a rap,
Calling out all of you,
Different races,
From all the worlds most darkest of places. 
It’s you all that are making it dark,
With all this multi race hatred.
Can’t we all just get along,
As I don’t want to see anymore pointless deaths.
Over drugs,
Turf or money.
You moan about your postcode being rough,
So do something about it,
And stop all of this wannabe gangster stuff.
The world doesn’t need any more suffering,
Don’t you care about your life that much,
What’s so appealing about prison,
Are you yearning that much,
Just for another mans touch?
As that’s where you are heading,
If you continue as such.
So stop your cussing,
Take out the swearing,
Stop the gang wars and the colours your gang's wearing.
Then come back with a rap,
With an actual story to tell,
A message to pass on or feelings to quell.
I’m not religious,
I’m not a freak,
I just don’t like your kind of warfare,
As to have to rap like that,
You must be weak.
You’re disgraceful,
Distasteful, 
Dyabolically,
Unmistakable.
Thinking you’re untouchable,
Unbreakable,
Not fake at all,
Don’t Take me for a fall,
As we’we all both tumble,
But you’ll crumble,
From the simple words I’ll bumble,
Bee up in your face all humble,
To stop what you want,
An all out brawl,
A royal rumble.
There’s plenty of ways,
To lay a man,
Lyrically down,
You don’t need profanities,
To claim that crown.
I’d rather do it like this,
Unlike your derogatory verses,
That I’ll lyrically drown. 
Forget about our postcodes,
Take your drugs,
 hatred and anger,
 and go back to your own!
Whether a country village,
 City or town!
Just don’t come here,
And drag our neighbourhood down!
You belong in a circus act,
You’re nothing but clowns!