The Product

 I am the prodigal son And I was born on holy ground Yes it’s true I come from Mecca But I am the product of many And I am no one and no one is me Then again I am all that can ever be You see the streets sang to me Sweet urban lullabies I am the product of kings and queens Mayan Aztec tiaino dreams That never dies I am that spicy version of your American apple pie I am a product of uprisings revolutionary Movements and my ancestor's cries If you choose to swim in these waters Be ready to die! Cause you might have too Something's in this life are just worth that much... I am the gatekeeper, the giver of light, The food for thought and the spirit of fight My flow is timeless and my execution precise I am the humble servant of the people and I transcend all Please allow me to introduce myself I am called Hip Hop…..