Haiku: Hip Hop Zombies

Too many zombies

In the game and not enough

Consciousness; hip hop

Is not the same, it's

Like it's all incontinent

With no self control.

Wake up young world, we

Need you to raise the bar, know

You'll never shine from

Rocking bling, because

You were meant to be a star.

Not like Hollywood

Or those who play sports,

As you were called to lead the

World back to its course

Of life. The source is

Light but we're in the dark from

All these bubble gum

Wrappers who cover

Junk and garbage that's being

Consumed by minds blind

To the trappers that's

Behind the scenes with eyes all green

Selling dreams to teens

Unaware of schemes

The industry machine runs

On those without means;

And now like fiends for

Crack, most heads want tracks that lack

Substance but got 'em

High as a kite like

That white powder cooked to rocks

Which shocks the system

And blocks the wisdom

So now we got all kinds of 

Heads locked in prison

Following these fake

Studio gangsters on the

Mic spittin poison

To the boys and girls

In the hood who can't tell the

Difference between truth

And fantasy. That's 

Why I can't stand to see all

These suckas spittin

Genocide lyrics

On labels programming the

Hood for destruction...