The Missin’ Element

VERSE 1
I expand, explore the depths of my inner man / (I like to reason) I need some proof like a DNA strand / is there a master plan? is there a reason I'm on this planet called earth? / I can’t fathom all the pain, the poverty, the hurt / I'ma put in work and achieve all my dreams, join whatever team's pulling illegal schemes and sell to fiends / (that was my mentality, soon my goals was reality but spiritually I was flatline like fatality) / I acquired all these material things I thought would bring joy but it was like a mirage or a counterfeit decoy (oh boy) / ... my existence, I wanted to write but there’s resistance, between me and God there's mad distance / (for instance) I wanna change but sin overtakes me like a 9.5 on the Richter, my sins shake me / is life an illusion as I sit in confusion ... tell myself, there's gotta be more than this /

CHORUS
Can have the riches of this world, from every continent / have knowledge and degrees, be mad intelligent / have popularity and fame and still not be content / our culture's still searching for the Missin' Element /

VERSE 2
Our culture's been around for about 2 decades / put on the mainstream market like waterfall cascades / Rolaids I need for my stomach's relief / in a sense Hip-hop's been stagnant but now it’s turning over a new leaf (history repeats) / ... you reap is what you sow yo, just ask the prez / our music started out as forms of expressions, teaching true lessons, but it got polluted, it lost its blessings / the industry found that perversion and curse words sell / who cares about the effects, if we go platinum, all is well / Art is sold out to the true beliefs and styles, blinded by the money, the promises and the fake smiles / (meanwhile) urban America continued down hill, our music glorifying violence and that it’s cool to kill / (time stood still) when we lost 2 of our own, spiritually most of us got roots, it's time to come home /

VERSE 3
For the true heads I’ll get elemental in this verse, and dive in that old school like parachute pants that reverse / I won't curse cause I got intelligence, and last I checked y'all, ignorance wasn't one of our elements / let’s start with the break dancer, or should I say b-boy, as the crew assembles, the members prepare to deploy / strategically to the war on the vinyl floor, executing breathtaking moves that you ain't seen before / next we got the DJ, who keeps the crowd moving, precisely scratching and mixing his weapons on the 12 inches, he's choosing (it's soothing) / to hear the ... rap heads equipped with a sketchbook like architects with floor plans (man) / can't forget the emcee (our spokesman, our key) who rips the mic and reps us verbally / negatively or positively meant, you can do each of these to a hundred percent but you'll still find there's a void (a Missin' Element) /

CHORUS 2
Can have the riches of this world, from every continent / have knowledge and degrees, be mad intelligent / have popularity and fame and still not be content / lemme present Jesus Christ, the Missing Element /

OUTRO
Can have the DJ's and the b-boys from every continent / have rap artists and emcees with mad content / but our culture's still searching, we ain't content / lemme present Jesus Christ, the Missing Element