Last night I fell in love with this strange girl,
She is not like other girls, honestly she is complex,
In family they call her the black sheep,
She does what's not in the system, she creates her own rules,
And she represents an entirely new movement,
I dare say she is a voice for the voiceless,
The stories she tells had me fascinated from word go,
How she delivers them, makes me to come back for more,
Other people call her an abomination, but she is unique,
They hate her stories, because they are about reality,
The clothes she wears had everyone rushing to the stores,
They call her materialistic because of the gold in her mouth
But I don’t care about what they say,
Because she is there every time I need her,
Whether I am depressed or feeling jolly, she always lifts me,
Every time I want advice, I look to her,
But beware that she doesn’t consume her life,
But I am willing to lose myself to her,
The other thing about her, she has a strange name, HIP HOP....