Hey, I don't mean any offense, but man,
your lyrics lack essence!
Walking disasters with their gang signs and excuses
of artistic freedom spit out words
and pass it off as lyrics;
with their rebellious attitudes,
rhymes from ******* to *******;
addicted, afflicted, constricted, predicted.
Please.
Words you produce
are misused, overused.
With twenty-six letters and endless combinations,
your lyrics sound more like quotations!
I've heard those stories before.
If you want to stand out,
stand up
and walk through disasters.
I want words
that stir,
that move,
that breathes
a different air into these lungs
who's tired of clones and copies,
words that no longer shake this body.
I want words of liberation,
acclamation of passions,
filtration of frustrations,
words of sensations,
plantations and gestations
of hope and light,
strength that will keep me in sight
of the goals in the Fight.
Now that
is artistic freedom.
*—S.C., October 2, 2014
I hope not to sound cocky when writing this. This was a quick write for a friend who asked me to critique his rap, which was unfortunately lacking in substance (but not so much in profanity :P). I couldn't say it to his face that I didn't like it, so I wrote a rap/poem (?) for him instead...haha.
