you have wasted
your wasting
always wasted
wasting away
the wasted waste
waste deep in the waste
of wasted away waste
wasting the wasted
you have wasted
I'M TAKING THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED
WHERE LIGHTNING STRIKES TWICE
WHERE I LOOSEN THE NOOSE OF THE HISTORY OF MY PEOPLE
YOUR PEOPLE
WE THE PEOPLE
AND ALL THE PEOPLE KILLED IN THE REVOLUTION OF HIP HOP
AND HIP HOPE
I CANT FULLY UNDERSTAND
BUT I REGRET AND REGRESS IN AWE OF YOUR ROAD LESS TRAVELED
YOU LEFT PIECES OF NOON SCATTERED ON THE TABLE
WHILE I WAITED
WHAT A MESS YOU HAVE MADE, LEAVING THIS GENERATION MUTILATED, DISCTRACTED
AND IRREVERENT
YOU LEFT PIECES OF THREE O' CLOCK ON THE FLOOR
WHILE I SLEPT
WHAT A MESS YOU HAVE MADE, LEAVING US DISCONNECTED, NAKED
I LEFT PIECES OF MIDNIGHT ON THE DRIVEWAY
WHILE YOU CRIED
WHAT A MESS I MADE, STAYING TOO LONG, LEAVING MYSELF EMPTY, HURT
AND LIFELESS