The Last Teardrop.

What happens when the passion that you have for the pen is gone?
What happens when the beats stops and doesnt go on?
Nobody paid attention and you feel torned
When its all fadin away/Is it time to move on?
As long as the mic is on/We keep on keepin on
But when its all for the fun/it`s really hard to push on
I remember the time when I fell in love with the beats and
the rhymes and the life
Embrace it like a belief/and make it a part of my life
It`s genuine love and I cannot describe/the feeling I had inside
Even if this became a joke/I wont swallow my pride
Coz its a part of me/And it will always be
And I will reminisce the days as an emcee
I hope you can see/I set myself free
I`m just fillin up this space that is empty
With rap poetry in low quantity
But high quality that pack potency
80 to 90 beats per minute the rate of my heart beat
Thats why hiphop is what my heart needs
And when hiphop is dead/that is when my heart bleeds
And when hiphop is dead/that is when my heart weeps



Azrael.