Why do I feel so conflicted, I’m gifted but never felt the need to, stand on a stage to get approval from the people

Proceed to talk about the subjects they’ve agreed to, I just want to lay-up, homie this is a free-throw

The power in me told the powers that be, holding pennies for my thoughts, while I devour a beat

That I’m falling in love again, the pressure’s doubling, lost weight and since became a banana republican.

Not a democrat, although I speak well, Barackesq, people asking where my demo at.

Who needs it really, I got access to the Internet, exploring distribution models that we haven’t ventured yet.

Can we get intimate? I’m up at 5 in the morning, designing the wars agenda, get the picture yet?

About my business it’s, survival of the fit providing for my unborn children that haven’t entered yet.

This is real talk, my authenticated vocals have made me a renegade to pro-tools,

I burn at a 1000 centigrade when I roast you, honestly I’ve never been afraid to say I told you

Demand for a product that could re-arrange the culture, my composure’s exposed so it seems that I’m over my head.

Internally I’m close to the edge I’m a leader of the people who have spoke to the dead.

Like Michael Phelps I am so far ahead of my time that my paper overdosed on the lead.

I’m simply seeking answers to the questions that are posed to me, arrived at the conclusion that I was supposed to be.

Living the life that attraction has chose for me, aligned with my inner being you can hear it vocally.

Providing you with my thoughts as they flow to me. Partially because of Dre’s w**d and its potency

This is not Qwest, this is John Graham speaking, addressed by governments, the public is loving it.

This level of intrigue has been achieved by the few, the verses that I breathe are interweaved with the truth.

I’m an individual who is leaving the group, for my pursuit of happiness, I need to move.

To the valley of the kings, with a salary that brings most peanuts in this gallery on hourly exchange to a bended knee

End could be the future of this art, cause of digital dependency true words from a friend indeed

How can I stand here screaming that hip hop is dead, when burning CD’s was like holding pistols to it’s head.

I aint saying that I killed the sacred art, but I truly know I did enough to say I did my part

Yo, these labels figured out a way to keep the message quiet, they know that when your track’s on iTunes and the people buy it.

That you as an artist are a victim to the pirates, and digital content aint in the contract you’re signin’.

So what’s that mean to you and what’s it mean to me, it means that music isn’t really what it seems to be.

It means that little soldier boys and little weezy wee’s can shuck and jive their way to stardom somewhat easily.

And that leaves Curtis Blown and KRS wonderin, how this thing they put their heart into has plundered

When my children think of hip hop how will the shit go? Will it be like my parents era missing disco?

Will it be like a fad in their minds like Cisqo, or will it be like their dad realizing he’s just old?