Why?

Okay,
this was one of those things that I was going to hesitate to post, simply because I didn't want anybody to get the wrong impression. THIS IS NOT A DISS TO ANY PERSON, PLACE OR THING!!! This is merely how I've felt as of late (the last year to year and a half), and on of the reasons I haven't been as inspired to write. But I figured, if I didn't write this down finally, I'd only be contributig to my writer's block affliction. So, this ain't a diss, because I'd specifically write that and focus on whatever I was dissing...just reactions to some of the things that have taken place on the poetry scene. I actually stopped short because this could go into waters where I start citing hear-say stuff, which could start drama that I don't even want to bother with...so this is just a remix verse of Jada's "Why?"

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Why?

Yo, why these poets don’t be showin’ no love
Why when you do the same they start bumpin’ they gums
And why John Patrick flip on Drew
And why poets start cliques but don’t act like crew
Yeah, and why they break their neck for you to check they set
Turn around and act funny for the way that you dress
Why some poets talk big and only move small
Probably the same reason I don’t be fuckin’ wit’ ya’ll
Why these cats frontin’ like I’m wack
Why they talk behind my back and still give me dap
Why I give an artist my last dime
Why they don’t do the same or even peep my rhymes
Why do I even try
Why they actin’ brand new with the list
Why you look right past me when you know I spit
Why Urban have to close their door
Why the scene don’t feel like fam no more
Why ya’ll do that for
Why