You never were my friend,just another bitch on the sidelines,
And what ain't started can't end,now i see this live's mine,
Look in my tried mind,you either on or off the A-LIST train,
Not a very wide line,it's thin,can't believe I had to take this pain,
All of it so fake,so vain,i swore I would have done whateva for you,
But now all the faith is sprained,so me and you forever we through,
And it still hurts whenever I see you,it reminds me of what we used to be,
There was a time I thought I might need you,now shit just amuses me,
Like it's useless, see?So i use this key musically,
I'm already used to loneliness,gotta make loneliness get used to me,
So i try cruise with ease,but sometimes I'm reminded,
And no fucking words can express how fucked up my mind is,
So now I don't trust nobody,I see you in every person I meet,
I don't give a fuck,no buddies,just me writing a verse on a beat,
It's a curse I repeat,stuck in a loop of solitude,not that I mind it,
Anywayz it hurts to speak,so i just stick to the heart that I rhyme these lines with,
Stick to myself like i was a folded piece of paper stained with glue,
Just live in my hells,i'm the perfect example of what pain can do,
And once I've explained it through,get off the stage and back in my corner,
They said it gets better with time but this cage is in fact getting stronger,
I'm trapped in,I conjure maybe some form of escape but then I stop mid-way,
'Coz all I ever seen is hate,so I just grab the mic and let the hot scripts spray,
Maybe it's better this way,maybe this how it's supposed to be,
So you know it's whateva,it's played,fuck conversating,I use my flow to speak.

Five dudes step in an elevator,press the floor switches and wait,
But just a few floors later,lift's stuck,peeps gettin' late,
And this peep,he just shakes,he's nervous and sweaty,
He feels the curse of his fate,others ask him to chill it already,
One of the dudes asked for help on his mobile,so they just had to relax,
And they'd get out in no while,but then the dude layed out the facts,
His name was Salim,he was a suicide bomber in disguise,
"Believe me,I say what I mean,take a careful look in these eyes,
Do i look like I'm joking?And if I am,how come it ain't funny?
So unless they get us open,we'll all die,I know that often some see,
My cause as one that is lost,but atleast I would have died for my purpose,
But now this fall has cost me my mission and us the toil of our workers."

In the wrong place at the wrong time,
Now as the bond breaks you know the song's mine,
But it could apply to any situation or person,
And this right here what we facin',life blesses few and does curse some,

Needless to say,shit was getting heavy and twisted,
And them people were "Hey!Surely you ain't alone,you were assisted,
So who was it?Tell them to switch it off if you don't know how,
Talk to your bosses!I been through war,I won't go down,
Not like this,I got a family to feed and dreams to fulfil,
I swear my life's gone by with such speed,I have so much to do still,"
But Salim mantained that they didn't work that way,
And at camp,he'd heard kats say,by the earth that lay,
That anyone touching the bomb would set it off at that instant,
Period just two seconds long,he hadn't looked at it since then,
Everyone panicky,except this one dude,he's calm like the sea,
Face reflecting gravity,he spoke,"The reason I'm calm is I'm free,
I know that yall don't wanta die,but i do,so it's not really a problem,
I'm sick of looking life in the eye,yall either have families or got friends,
I was gonna kill myself later anyway,but I'm sorry yall stuck here,
But If it's the last thing i say,I'm ready to die,fuck fear!"

*Nervous man who talked of being at war lunges at Salim and triggers the bomb.There's a slight beep beep for two seconds and then a shattering explosion*

In the wrong place at the wrong time,
Now as the bond breaks you know the song's mine,
But it could apply to any situation or person,
And this right here what we facin',life blesses few and does curse some,

Creativity is the daughter of strife and the bride of life itself,
Exist in two states like water and ice,and realize these hells,
My eyes, they spell, put alphabets into words I pronounce,
I curse and I pounce, when I write a verse and announce,
What I announce in verse,like I'm in court under oath,
Like a fountain,that bursts,then floats under smoke,
Or just dust that rose from the marble and stone that collapsed,
When I bust that flow, I go from my dome,yall flow from your ass,
Like the hoes and the cash,but what the hoe look like?
And did yall notice the cash, the serial numbers don't look right,
Hip hop was born in africa,kats used it to pass on messages in code,
So you get agressive with your flow,but I'm sensing it's a load,
Of bullshit,coming out a bull's ass after it eats,
Yall use effects like gunshots and laughter,it's sweet,
But to create,you must first be creative, you see,
Let me now give you a sample of what creativity be,
When the sun shines on the grass after the grass got wet with the dew,
When you get rhymin' on tracks,that's what i'm expecting from you,
The feeling of pure truth,of god's work in front of our eyes,
So when you do secure booth,I advise you to hunt for the cries,
Of the forefathers whose souls still float in the sky,
You can drink all you can and smoke till you die,
But you won't be high as that, it's like the heavens descended on earth,
When you spit as fly as that,then you sense that all of your work,
Upto this point is but a shadow of the tail of the dragon,
Then you spit on this joint,flow is hallowed,like the visions they say they imagine,
At the end, the white light, you can see that everytime that you spit,
And then you can brag about how your rhyming is sick.

If life is tough,death must be easy,
And you might bluff,but check on the CD,
On the backflap,as well as on the side,
After the wack raps and the talk of being fly,
The talk of being high,you'll see where the genre is written,
Now you see it right,slowly gettin' stronger in vision,
Hip Hop/Rap,the only evidence that would suggest,
Any connection or sense of what was expressed,
By the pioneers,now all you have is diamonds and floss,
The music's dyin' here,and somewhere even the rhymin' is lost,
We used to have musicians,now we just have producers,it's sad,
And no more true spittin',emcees went from voices of the future with pads,
To jokers with shining gold in their teeth but it's ironic to see,
How they never shine in flows,it's so weak,all the chronic and weed,
All to get high,but they still get low,a contradiction in truth,
But in all the sex,lies,where'd the respect go?Just a buncha fictions,the youth,
Forgot what hip hop's about,like when Kool Herc first spit out a rhyme,
Lemme tell you what hip hop is now,gotta get this shit out my mind,
When I spit out my lines,and it's dope and it's true,
When I get out my grind,and I bring hope,when it's through,
What is left in me is the spirit of hip hop,the emcees religion,
Whenever an emcee felt vision,or when an emcee fell spittin',
Got back up again,that's hip hop,the passion,the art,
When you smack up the game,take the light and start smashin' the dark,
When you open your mouth and it shines,not 'coz of the shit in your teeth,
But 'coz what you're about is your rhymes,and what you spit is unique,
Hip hop's gone greasy,it's dying 'coz death is easy,you get it?
To keep it alive we be tryin',with these keys that we blessed with,
But life is tough,so it's a struggle,and that's what I'm tryin' to say,
But we gotta fight,be tough and hustle to save hip hop from dyin' today.