Where has the meaning gone.

and the beat goes on…
the sound of one…
that beat goes on…
as the mc picks up the mike…
the crowd begins to roar…
everyone wants that simplistic note…
that overbearing excuse to feel…
no color…
no race…
just that same beat going on…

But now…
these cats with their platinum grills…
their ho’s and guns…
where has the meaning gone…
where are the days of all mc’s being one…
where are the days…
where has our hip hop gone…

those mc’s with the flow…
infinite the words would go…
the crowd chanting back…
everybody nodding their heads…
to the "yes yes yall"…
people screaming woooooah…

But the meaning hasnt gone…
it has only regressed to its birth…
its gone underground to not be stained…
by those enemies that want it gone…
those executives and producers…
can’t get a piece of this…
for this is true hip hop…
living the dream in these emcees heads…

one.