Eyedea - Ode to Hip Hop lyrics

I've decided to take my destiny
Into my own hands
You probably can't understand but for
Me life is bland
And I have this constant hollow feeling
Days are cold, dark and filled with sorrow
Raining clouds from under my ceiling
Dealing with it all would take
A person very strong
By the time you hear this, I will be gone
Along with my existence will be a
Way of life for many
I gave some substance, knowledge
And in return was used to make a petty penny
They've defeated my purpose, deleted my work
Cheated me
Seated me underground and wound up
Bringing me to the surface
They corrupted my image
Made me a negative influence
This shady world has been abusive ever
Since I came into it
Put here with no role models
No one to follow
I've been contorted, aborted
Recorded distorted shorted
I forfeit against life, I'm a morbid maniac
Forced off this rough course
Breaking the boards and making my own doors
So don't be sad when I leave
Because I know this is right
I can't take it, I can't fake it
I'm sick of life


I carried people through hard times and
Thought they were my friends
But they only stayed close to me
Cause it was the trend
And when I'm gone, no one will miss me
A few years will go by
Important people will die
And y'all will forget me
I hope the children will be
Alright without a proper guide
To all my loved ones and followers
Peace out at least I tried

I ain't what I used to be so
Don't shed a tear from your windows
I died a long time ago
This just makes it official
I ain't what I used to be so
Don't shed a tear from your windows
I died a long time ago this
Just makes it all official

I, hip hop, being of sound mind and body
Hereby request that my few prized
Possessions go to the following:
Swallowing the facts that may be
Whacked by the track
Still beauty stands from stained
Hands and knapsacks
Filled with aerosol cans and fat caps
My abstract artistic energy must continue
To influence and embody the caps that
Are dedicated to ruining white walls
With creative strokes of imagination
In the paint (splash)
I leave all my physical strength to
The guardians of the floor
With their arms locked in a b-boy stance
Enhancing the culture to the
More ultra-advanced acrobatical expression
Yes indeed when I leave
My presence will exist in the style
Of the few true but who knew
Smiles would persist with the changing mood
I leave my mood to the
Musicians, turntablists
And wicked wizards of needles dusty
Sampling tangible vibe-setting
Rhythm scientists
It's my verbal aspect of my
That goes to those riding, vocalizing
Poetical hybrids of life and excitement
Language of the tongue
I offer all my offspring the
Official mission towards society
The gift of words come and get you some
Yeah, the gift of words come and get you some
And my positivity, creativity, originality
And history should be spread equally over
All that is mentioned above
Along with my many styles: aggression
Knowledge, evolution, solution
Revolution, tolerance, and love