I Hate What You Became

On every living thing, eventually grows mould

You were so beautiful back in the day

Before you started doing what you were told

Before you tasted the power

And before you gave up fighting it

I loved the stories you used to tell me before I sleep

The mould? Well I try to pick at every piece

And try to keep you alive

I don't mean your heart, no, cos that will
never cease to beat, right?

Well I hope so I'm sure I'll be gone by then

Just happy you put your gun down

Please don't pick it up again

You inspired heroes but watched them fall after you pushed them off the edge

Like heroes you created soulless villains, taking orders, seeking profit in your name

And although the heroes were there for you, because of you

The villains stayed for the money and the fame

And Hip Hop,

I hope you stay positive but never the same

In that case, maybe I should have called this

I loved what you were, instead of,

I hate what you became.