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The Immortal Wize

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I never really liked school

although I did love to learn

there was no shine or value

to the measure of the golden rule

I felt like if I dropped out

I would be like a fish out of water

trying to breathe so I stayed in school

no teacher ever taught me life 101

I learned my lessons outside

of room B123  in the wide open

space like the deep blue sea

on the playground of my youth

sipping on cartons of milk and juice

where seagulls flew annoyingly

covering the grounds with

disrespect for humanity

I was stepping in it no matter

where I was standing

knee deep in agony imagining

the me that no one else could see

nor hear the thunderous roar of the

electric activity of my eccentric energy

the force field that threw a cloak

around me always dreaming while

others were scheming to break glass

and climb through windows

breaking and entering their fate

jumping over the gate arriving home late

to find nothing but trouble on their plates

things that I viewed to be such a waste

I salivated for a different taste

like King Kong climbing up

the Empire State for what he loved

I was scaling the Watts towers

trying to find the mind power

behind the idea of the design

mesmerized and inspired by art

that spectacle had a piece of my heart

a fragment that set me worlds apart

from the thoughts of my counterparts

I always wondered what motivated

my teachers to want to teach

children of those with lost souls

most of our dads were locked up

in Folsom, San Quentin

or Soledad penitentiary

I was on the yard planning my escape

this kind of lesson wasn't liberating

it came with a life or death sentence

that kind of time was not ticking away

in my mind because I held the blueprints

to break free as soon as the bell rung

there was a change in me I went back

to class sat up and paid attention

made the grade, graduated educated

no credit goes to the conspired

educational system that was against me

moving forward I just had to be free

so I did what I had to do to reinvent me

and create a new way of thinking

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Phenomenal Paris says:

Nice!
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2b2b2 says:

Fresh!! Word Up.....ONE
 

love_supreme says:

Unstoppable!

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LP45 says:

Wow, that was awesome. I can clearly see what a small portion of you childhood was like. Thanks for sharing wizedom.

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