Entitled/Problems Inspire

I’m not a hip hop black
At the the front of my mind
Is not building a stack
Of cash or diamonds and gold
Or maybe I’m just saying this as I get old
I danced to Biggie Smalls and the one called Kim
And my mind soaked up the words of Slim
Now the Bajan, Ms B and Nikki Minaj
Seem to be the ones in charge
Shady! they’d say just knockin da hustle
Hating on Dre, Diddy and the one called…
But do I have a choice, can I give voice
To how I feel misplaced in this race
I have no imagination to dream of other
So I just lay back and say whatever brother
The pressure unseen but who feels it knows
If you’re not a hip hop black where do you goes
It’s where the thing’s at you can’t fight that
But I’m a lover not a fighter, an old house cat
Am I making too much of just entertainment
Well yeah I have to when it’s to my detriment
Every now and then I care for some R and B
But even them singers don’t always do it for me
My life’s too real and that’s the deal
Can’t always take being told what to feel
And we bought it whole from Redifusion
Now a single man in a media run nation
Soca is shit and Calypso dying
But when you look around ain’t nobody crying
Where, where do I go from here
Me myself and I don’t really care
These are just some words that flowed from my mind
Not starting a revolution for that I’m too kind
Just wondering if I can really find
A place in this world to put down a whine
It’s the rhythm and the beats that unite us
And that’s why I try to say maybe they’re righteous
But for me there is no place
When it’s only their voices that are in the space.