Still love her

**[Verse 1]**

Met her when I was young, she was rhythm in the air,

Old headphones, cracked speakers, didn’t have a lot to spare.

She taught me how to speak when I was scared to say a word,

Turned my pain into a page, made me feel like I was heard.

We grew up together, through the boom-bap and the drums,

Through the golden age dreams and the songs that made me numb.

Then the money got involved, everybody chose a side,

She got dressed up for the fame, I could see it in her eyes.

They said she changed, maybe I changed too,

Maybe chasing validation made me forget what was true.

But when the beat drops low and the room gets dark,

I still hear that same girl with that fire in her heart.

**[Hook]**

And I still love her, yeah, I still love her,

Even when the world says I should find another.

She been through the highs, she been through the scars,

Hip-hop ain't a genre, baby, hip-hop is ours.

They can change the sound, they can change the game,

They can put a price tag on a beautiful name.

But when I pick up the pen, I remember who I was—

Yeah, I still love her. I still love us.

**[Verse 2]**

She had flaws, I ain't blind, I can name every one,

Sometimes she glorified the pain, sometimes she glorified the guns.

Sometimes ego got loud, sometimes truth got buried,

Sometimes the ones she called brothers left her bruised and embarrassed.

But I ain't here to judge her, I'm just telling what I know,

'Cause every generation leaves a fingerprint on the flow.

From the cyphers in the park to the stages overseas,

She gave a voice to the kids who weren't supposed to dream.

And yeah, the culture got complicated, that's a fact,

Everybody wants the crown, nobody wants to give back.

But I remember empty pockets and a notebook full of rhymes,

How she made me feel immortal when I barely had a dime.

So if she ever asks me, “Do you still believe?”

I'd say, “After everything, you're still a part of me.”

Not because you're perfect, not because you never fell,

But because you taught my soul how to tell itself.

**[Hook]**

And I still love her, yeah, I still love her,

Even when the world says I should find another.

She been through the highs, she been through the scars,

Hip-hop ain't a genre, baby, hip-hop is ours.

They can change the sound, they can change the game,

They can put a price tag on a beautiful name.

But when I pick up the pen, I remember who I was—

Yeah, I still love her. I still love us.

**[Outro]**

Maybe love ain't pretending that nothing ever changed.

Maybe love is looking at the cracks and knowing why you stayed.

So here's to every beat, every bar, every scar—

To the girl that gave a microphone to every broken heart.

I don't need her to be perfect.

I just need her to be real.

And as long as there's a story left to tell,

I'll be right here with the pen.

Still loving her.

Still loving hip-hop.

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