Cultural Void

He wanted out he said
Things aren't what they used to be
30 years in the game he used to love
30 years since it lost its way to G

A culture played out in studios and arenas
Meant to be portrayed in parks
And welcoming street corners
Where fish MCs turned into sharks

Presently it's the same old song
All that's heard is coke and birds
Devoid of flow and spoken word
Lost in the bottom of a bong

Or the bottom of a bottle
Pipe dreams drifting down the drain
Blasted away full throttle
By hollow tips and acid rain.