It's the love of Hip Hop

It's the love of hip hop  
that flows through his headphones, 
when he's in the zone 
of creating a verse. 

It's the love of hip hop 
that booms loud and proud 
as he walks through the streets, 
caked with misunderstanding, 
but he ices it over with a beat 
and a smile. 

Because no one understands why the 
movements of his feet are so swift, 
but it's the gift of hip hop 
that bleeds, when the tongues of his shoes 
have attained the blues he's been walking on. 

It seems the sun shines through 
the darkness of strife, 
that burdens his life. 
  
Because hip hop is his wife 
through sickness 
and in health 
through poverty 
or in wealth 
through birth, 
or in stealh of a live. 
Hip hop is the only reason he wants to be alive.