A Rhyme That Matters

I'm just wondering How come so many of these So-called artists who make it to the top Off the backs of the drama When it comes to the revolution You never hear them Speak a word And yet they claim they solid Why can't you drop a rhyme that matters Help your people climb up the ladder Let's shed some real light on the matter It's Questman with the clothes all tattered They spread Mischief, Blood Shed Ill motivation to keep brothers and sisters Totally losing the heads Self-degradation Exploitation On behalf of the slavemaster's plantation Insane murder death kill They get famous off the Black blood spilled I guess you keeping it real Enrichment of the shame of the low To gain your glory Standing on the pain the Of our story Okay, so you're getting yours But what about the streets Or do you leave the streets While still speaking the streets Acting like you still living the streets To deceive the people who are living the streets Devils Pay them high to keep you low And keep you twisted, smoked, and choked up With the dope Drap in all the gold and bling Living in the suburbs and still Boasting and bragging of all The rocks in the streets you slang Just another sad song I sing Why can't you drop a rhyme that matters Help your people climb up the ladder Let's shed some real light on the matter It's Questman with the clothes all tattered It's a wonder The struggle just to keep From going under Oh what a blunder The many who will sell Their souls to the devils For promises of great tricks, and the wealth from the streets they plunder Oh why bother Since not every skin folk Be kin folk And them folks Hate real folks So tough against their own folks No show Against them racist folks I don't know Your bogus is showing Some can actually rhyme Enough lyrical ammo To rightly guide the blind Spark the flames Enough to make the Sun Jealous of the way we can shine That why I Salute every real revolutionary Who keeps it 100 When times are good Or things get scary Whether the crib is in the hood A little house on a prairie Stay 1 million strong For the low and weary Drop a rhyme that matters Help your people climb up the ladder Let's shed some real light on the matter It's Questman with the clothes all tattered Why can't you drop a rhyme that matters Help your people climb up the ladder Let's shed some real light on the matter It's Questman with the clothes all tattered