If I Could Speak To The World

If I could speak to the world…
I'd tell them to wake up
I'd tell these young girls to stop depending on this make-up thinking it will make up for the thing these boys say they are missing
Are you listening
Cause the world is def to the screams of infants starving
Craving the warmth from a mother never found
It's like they're screaming silence
Holding conversation with absolutely no sound
Eating violence
for breakfast
Robbed
of their metamorphosis into adulthood
I'd scream for them if I could
But I can't
I can't find their families that are missing
Are you listening
Can you hear the burning heartbeat of a thug
This thug who's blood has turned into liquid ice because his life has been
Sacrifice,
after sacrifice
This "True Hero Under God" who's chance to live up to that name has been stolen by these new aged gangs like Trae Mob
Thug,
father,
brother,
son,
stop,
Stop bleeding this block cause these concrete streets hold more ounces of blood than the whole human population
Thug,
my eyes can't shed any more fears for you and my soul can't bleed anymore tears for you
You have to grow up
Cause no matter how many times you call her that
your girlfriend can never be your ma
Your mamma
It's not her job to take care of you
It's not her job to raise you to be the man you say you already are but you are so far from being
Cause the world is stopping you from seeing
From growing
Baby boy…
Are you listening…
Cause I'm about to cause the last revolution
And the government won't have any solution to me
I'll hit harder than the aids epidemic cause see
I'm about to free the world from this self-induced slavery
This is your rude awakening to my world
This is your christening
But I have to know…
Are you listening…
Did you hear hip-hop's dying breath
Were you there or even aware when they put hip-hop to rest
So now we're stuck in this "crank dat" generation
But please come to the realization that if hip-hop is dead
Then it is re-incarnated in me
Consider poets it's revival
Cause it's depending on us for it's survival
It's depending on us to make you see
Clearly
that it still..
has…
a heartbeat
It still has a pulse pumping in it's veins
and this beat hungry beast can not be tamed
it's taking no prisoners as it's words spill from me
so it your feelings get hurt easily…
then I suggest you leave…
cause this fire flowing from me will give you burns in the 3rd degree
please just listen to me
cause if I could speak to the world…
naw see,
the world ain't ready for me.