To Me.

First Time...
I listened to The Roots I fell in love
With a soul that's lived years before I was thought of
A dream dreamt by countless imaginations
Listening to different personalites state their opinions
Get their point across, go back to the studio, hit platinum just droppin rhymes
Three times, four times, and a couple a more times
Teaching their viewers if they dont do nothin, shine
For what you're skilled at
As long as you feel that honesty still beating
Your greediness still sleeping
And those days passing by, while those same people are still dreaming
While you, you're too busy walking to talk
Because your drive comes from these same peeps who are also walking that walk
No longer dreaming actually living while bumping Kanye
On opposite days listening to Lil John to help yourself stay awake
Pissed off? Young Buck comes into action
Feel like being inspired get wit Common and imagine
Sick of 50 Cent? Theres always Lupe
When I feel like letting loose I listen to Jay
Music is my life
Music helps me sleep at night
Lets me know im not alone
Helps me see what i REALLY own
This is the only thing that frees my creativity
Who are you to tell me what I listen to isnt worthy
Because you cant relate dont mean you gotta hate
Something that helps me breathe sometimes even achieve
My goals in life, takes away my strife
Returns happiness to my smile
Brings realness to my style
Keeps me from hittin rock bottom when my will is growing weak
Gets my pen moving, a way of communication, when I didn't feel I could speak
To where im confident that I am far from that jump
Because Hip-Hop being my savior taught me to never give up.