Wasn't going to say,
There's not much I know about him except,
What I saw on the stage,
Incredibly fast and fluid rapping,
A house packed full of teens,
He thanked god for his flow to pass along,
I can't e'en tell you what his lyrics mean,
But there he was, tour bus waiting outside,
The message was all his,
Neither one not even existing if,
He didn't touch those kids.
What about me?
Who do I get to reach?
My word has been the same since ninety-two,
If no one's list'ning, do I really preach?