"Innocence Lost"
ou were probably expecting I'd drop some typical shit
a subliminal diss or tales of robbin a kid's innocence
which I did in a sense, my purity's been absent
since I macked this latin chick with an accent
I was fifteen at the time, free in my mind
but trapped in the grasp of lust's evil design
I felt I needed to climb, to masculinity's apex
sexually frustrated, I was wound up like tape decks
the thought of safe sex, was burried beneath
multi-levels of peer pressure's uncaring deceit
my main goal was to conquer unfamiliar lands
have my virginity pass w/o puttin a bill in her hands
I was determined to earn this, earnest with a purpose
true emotion in my heart, I wasn't really concerned with
on the surface, I seemed to care, with a dreamy stare
but deep inside, only I knew I lacked true feeling there
she was bare, exposing her complete self to me
I was helpless see, overcome by my own selfish needs
I'd tell her we'd be together for many years and more
my fears ignored, not ready to deal with her tears of course
as I neared the source of my only obsession's cause
I never stopped, to reflect or pause or question God
I was steppin on her soul, but oblivious to this truth
this youth, I was depriving her of innocence too
it wasn't just me affected when I sinned, but I grinned
knowing that I'd be a man by the night's end (right men?)
finally, I'm in! (oh, it's soft) but now hope is lost
I broke her hymen, then broke her heart when I broke it off
(edited for storm G! Actually, I didn't like it either the way I first had it)
stand beside this mastermind and you'll find a man refined
yet one who can't define his bastard pride & savage mind
sometimes I lack the right spark for this rap defined art
a love/hate relationship that's enchanted my heart
I find this crafty mind's caught, entrapped in my thoughts
confused, sad & quite lost, doomed 'cuz captive minds rot
half the time scoffs are cast when rhymes flaunt
"all rappers guys talk about is money, braggin like snobs
polluting air with crap in high octaves at traffic light stops"
these passives like talk radio and classic lite rock
I'll be damned it's my fault I don't like geriatric type slop
fruity fags bastardized pop and yeah the madness might stop
if these corporations would just shut up let the average guy talk
revenue became the man in white cloth because cash is like God
to these asshole white frauds that don't give a crap for my cause
so when you ask me why top 40 just gets laughs on my block
don't act surprised, stop and use rationalized thought
we classify rap as fine art and practice quite hard
so when classless guys start to defile rap with vile parts
using a stale blueprint for music to manufacture like cars
it stabs at my heart, angers and impassions my cause
clashes might start so I spit flames as I grasp the mic hard
ready to take down the whole industry with this rapture I've brought
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