Can it be canopy, cover me from jungle rains/
Heavenly thangs be the reason we sang/
They say Hip Hops dead and reason is plain/
No more multiple lanes, everything is the same/
Pour up down a pop, up the scoe down a opp/
Spend big willy dough to shop/
The disrespect is massive, no love for the last shift/
OG's who dropped jewels and crafted the classics/
The pill prescribe Fresh Price summertime/
Wouldnt that be the vibe? kick back and just ride/
No need for the armaments/
Did the right thing like Spike Lee, so a n**** good when the karma hits/
Imagine all the hits played back 2 back/
What would they say about the lives of american blacks/
Scratch that, its too heavy for the brain/
And its a day to day thang just tryin maintain/