Gone and left menAnd I’m feelin’ mighty low (x4)nnThe current state of events has me depressednI used be accessed by the bestnBut now the worst has me stressednAnd believe me friend there is no exaggerationnI was created as a medium for poetic communicationnI was born in the US as an original culturenI’m definitely art, but not a painting or a sculpturenI used to be positive, now I’m suffering depressionnWay to much corruption in this poetic expressionnPeople used to love rockin’ shows and it showednOnce money was involved I traveled on a rocky roadnThe love has left menNow I’m feeling awfully emptynAnd the ones who abused me are driving off in a BentleynI’m thought to be ignorant by the mainstreamn‘Cause misrepresentation and misconceptions remain seennAll I want is for people to embrace menAnd if it doesn’t happen I want the history books to erase menIt’s a shame that they use my name in vein oftennAnd it’s because of me a few people are in a coffinnAs an individual I’m dastardly lonelynI wish that somebody would actually master the ceremonynWithout being phony and coming with the realnInstead of chasing all the money and ignoring the skillnThe love has definitely gone considerablynSo I’ll let it be and simply drown in my miserynnI’m feelin' mighty lownAnd I’m feelin' mighty low(x4)nnI’m still sadnI feel bad blatantlynI can’t watch TV without somebody raping menAnd it’s tough to be constantly violatednThe return to my true state is what I’ve long awaitednIt’s really not easy being in an exploited culturenEveryone bites ideas like rode kill to vulturesnPeople have taken me so far from my essencenLike going from being the king's men to the peasantsnOur presence is felt by the dedicatednTo all the rest is big business like federatednI’m heart-brokennBut there is no need to start coping,nI stopped coping a long time ago and I started chokingnOn the tear drops that wouldn’t stop falling from my facen'Cause it seems that i have no place, a fallen disgracenAll the love is lostnAnd what it cost to paynTo be tossed awaynLike tea in the Boston bay, lost todaynBut hopefully found tomorrownI’d hate to go out in openly profound sorrownBut that’s the way it’s headed and that’s the fate I’ve dreadednAnd when I’m dead and gone give me my belated creditnI feel no reason to livenWhy should I exist and get ignored and yet continue to givenAll I want is for people to acknowledge me the respectnSigning off, hip-hop, now solemnly reflectnnI’m feelin' mighty lownAnd I’m feelin' mighty low (x4)