Death of the turn tables

With out response it cries to me
Hoping I can provide some sort of release

Stay with it

Instead of letting some one take up my lease

But I can't

See I took all of my love for rap
That was bottled up inside

Opened the window to my soul
And just poured outside

cuz not to many rappers
Thinking out side of the box

And wonder why they career
Belong be in a pine box

They only hit provoked
Young men to box

Now they last two fans
Locked in a iron bared box

What ever happens to the rappers?
With more flow then Niagara
And they lyrics went harder then Viagra

Ha

See right now I’m just aggravated

With rappers talking bout they ice
Knowing they exaggerated

Turn tables use to bring life to the party

Now the tables have turned
caz DJ’s won't give real music a turn

For the love or the love of

Use to dream of being rich
Now I’m drowning in cold sweats
From nightmares of being
Out on the cold streets

I can't sleep

Or maybe I can
And God just haven’t gave me permission to
That’s what I feel compelled
To keep thanking you

Cause I don't know exactly what I need
But I know that I’m in need of something
And I'm always in want but But
I don't deserve anything

But who really does
So I guess I’m in good company
Cause CEO's and hoes
Work for the same company

A neutral dollar bill
Now an accessory to murder
Killed a dreamer
and turned him to A chump change junky

No matter if you in a suit
Or ripped jeans begging for lose change
If you ain't doing what you love
Then you must change

You was innocent back then
Just doing it for the fun of it
But right now really it's pointless
And we all guilty so please remain Point less

Because if we cast stones
then i guess we all
Will be victims of hard times