Dear my old favorite rapper

10 years of good music of course he would lose it
Pop off then diss pop stars from the pulpit 
Lost how? We just found out who’s the culprit 
Top down then pow, hit your fans with your bull...heh

Hope you’re doing well had our fix like a tool kit
Wanted to branch out but your roots stuck in sewage
We’ve all heard the tale that money makes men a nuisance 
Change ran a man down & no sense left to him

But he’s married now & got 2 times 2 kids
I’ll never diss a child, or the wife that he chooses 
Still I hope he turns around, I hope he heard the crowd
Though wise words shouted out, can be taken as foolish

A man from the Chi, I don’t think that he blew it
All heals with time, not with bribes & some cool kicks
Keep walking the line, hope that you’ll find the Ruler
Till then you’re on my mind maybe top 5 in the future 

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