As a babe when you spoke I never understood,
you whined, and cried, and did everything you could.
I tried to cradle you, but never soothed your cries,
tried to deny you but knew it was a lie.
 
As a tot when you finally learned to walk you
wanted everyone’s attention, wanted everyone to gawk.
I kind of fell in love, but not all the way didn’t know
if you were real or even hear to stay.
 
As a teen you were with me through the bad hair dos and all,
the ones influenced by you and the ones that were just off the wall.
I could always call on you; turn you on day or night,
jealous of your new friends but never letting you out of my sight.
 
As an adult I’m in love with the real you, your swag,
your emotion, how you stay true.
You’re not impressed by the new things and nether am I,
can’t believe we’ve been together this long you and I.
The dance of our love how the beats never stop,
this is my take on the evolution of hip-hop.