Ok ok..my girl Taya told me i shud put my stuff in my blog so people could read sooo here y'all go..i consider myself a lyricist/poet..tell me what y'all think..aight

Hip hop what it is you may ask
It’s a language, type of music, dance, style, swagger, or flavor
It’s a culture its how I live my life, my past, present, and future
Because I am hip hop, people think I am less than them
They think I'm beneath them like some kind of ghetto hood rat
But I don't think of myself as a poor deprived ghetto girl from the hood
I may fall down 7 times but I’ll stand up 8
And you know I gotta brush these playas off and haters too
Stay true to me peoples my whole crew
Haters you know they the ones giving you mean mugs in class
They share each other clothes and still be looking like trash
And they just mad cause when they look in the mirror they see misconception
But when I look in the mirror I see my reflection
People think they know hip hop cause what they see on TV
Buts it’s really not all they conceive it to be
Then you got fake hip hop
Fake hip hop is bumpin to materialistic expectations
f*** that s*** and ignorant faces
Forget a gangsta reputation
True hip hop can speak of things like love and poverty
A skateboard or a country
Illusion or reality
I’m tryna get my word out but I can’t say them
It’s on the tip of my tongue like I can taste them
I want to show those in my generation
But I’m suffering what I like to call poetic constipation
What am I talking about you ask
Hip Hop only alive to those who see true hip hop and its mentality

©Jessica