POEM: Awake The Hip Hop Disciples by Kipkirui Mitey (2016)

Kipkirui Mitey 



Where art thou hip hop chosen ones 

I went around corners of the globe can't see you 

Arise, shine and give us more music 

The base you set was classic 

Pac could say 'we still breathing' 

I wonders what this is meaning 

Perhaps you hiding somewhere 

but fans misses you everywhere 

Because you vanished without goodbye 

Breath in silence those words of encouragement 

Chant with the jubilant disciples 

The Big Punisher you quite on your sleep 

But your lyrics still run deep 

into the vein of diehards 

Biggy Smalls do you hear me? 

I know you still the Big Poppa over there 

For your lines didn't spare 

unruly, malicious criticism 

Sometimes your performance hypnotize me 

How can I forget the great Nate Dogg? 

The maestro whose golden voice 

Could awake the sleeping dog 

With that in mind 'I better lay low'' 

His legacy I ought to follow 

Guru ' The Gangstarr' you smile when I mention you 

Keep your head out of your mouth 

Whilst the hero spits out 

in his eternal sleep between the clouds 

Leaving out left eye and Easy B counts this piece incomplete 

'cause the relevant contribution still rocks 

Airwaves furious without your voice 

Fans at the downtown blocks 

considers your presence a necessary vice 

Poem courtesy of Poetry Soup