Mid Life Crisis

Congratulations, you made it to 50 years when many didn't think right now that you'd still

be here

But after this confession, attention to fill the air, not to mention a thrill affair, but

the last decades of your life that's been ill affairs

You could say that we never knew enough and while we celebrate, they laugh and them ****

screwed it up

A billion dollar a year business driven to ruin us, created by a few of us, owned by

those who don't carry the same hue as us

Who to trust when everybody looks to steal, what a rapper's the like, a sweet tooth got

us rotting on Sugar Hill

Should've never took the deal, but hindsight is 20-20

Now we streaming, they paying us a percent of pennies might've been when Jay started

titled then, the biggest artist in the world

He tried to win Vitamin, we could've united then, but they all got frightened when it

was time to fight the wind, but fear is a spiteful sin

When Jay Prince, Sugar, and Irv tried to put that license in, a union for the artists

guess this is where the fight begins

Why we've never heard this since, nobody had the earth to think, heard you blinked

Feds came in the night and left Jay's prints on a murdered ink

Instead of owning rap, we sold some crack, got a golden plaque for my black soul and

turned every soul a black

Why roll a dice if you are known to crack

Every song's a controlled substance, who's controlling that

While these old schoolers are doing interviews and spreading their own rumors, happy with

backstage passes, they should have the main access

Showing off all of they slave lashes, instead of fighting for all our freedom, they remain

the rappers

Happy with occasional tributes and a dedication, while the young **** rap about spinning

blocks and medication

What a desecration, maybe I'll practice better patience, but don't stop the party for me

continue celebrating

Chaos