Think I'm losing my balanceTrynna take it back to a state 
When hip hop was art And then rapping was talent Had better credentials Making a track was a challenge They losing they mental Giving pints, taking gallons Now money is sthe motif That's why we all chasing it Income becomes everythingThe moment you start embracing it Symbol of corruption It's not my place to label it But it takes your lawn andIncreases thenumber of snakes in it Now here's something to savor Failure is the condiment that gives success it's flavor This temptation is fatal, thoughts spinning like dreidelsGuess we'd give in to anything when served with the better cater  Black boy fly oh watch that black boy flyFame & riches is venom but he do whatever to get em Realized his dreams is what tricked him And realized he was so giftedWanted the ballGot the passTook the shot Then missed itHis hands tied Chains are around his neck But they gold with blood diamondsGotta give him his respectMan receives his check Go straight to the clothesAint got a house of his ownBut thats the lifestyle he chose Look like money you don't ownBut that is all the man knowsFaked the causeForgot his flawsBut that's the way to goHe just running off timeCrowding the space Attempting to run it backBut he just running in place 

-Tyler Wigglesworth