down the trash littered streets I saunter
with hope of finding loose change
in the rain gutter to feed my starving
face; so that i may continue on my journey
into the domain of DJ's and M.C.'s; hoping
that i may one day become great 
and be somebody.  the only father
i have ever known is the father of an art
where phat beats, rhymes, and lyrics
are the foundation.  mad props 
to everybody keepin it real out there, daring
to be unique with fresh, funky flava exploding into . . .
HIP-HOP. 
                                   CRE8CHOICE