I Hate What You Became On every living thing, eventually grows mould You were so beautiful back in the day Before you started doing what you were told Before you tasted the power And before you gave up fighting it I loved the stories you used to tell me before I sleep The mould? Well I try to pick at every piece And try to keep you alive I don't mean your heart, no, cos that will never cease to beat, right? Well I hope so I'm sure I'll be gone by then Just happy you put your gun down Please don't pick it up again You inspired heroes but watched them fall after you pushed them off the edge Like heroes you created soulless villains, taking orders, seeking profit in your name And although the heroes were there for you, because of you The villains stayed for the money and the fame And Hip Hop, I hope you stay positive but never the same In that case, maybe I should have called this I loved what you were, instead of, I hate what you became.