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I’m a little ‘Bet Alpha’ through my symphonic prose
Supersonic flows composed quite verbose
So I chronically oppose a foes flows I suppose
Switching and then flipping gears in a jest, just juxtapose
I magically transpose flows to improperly impose
Those that try to expose my throes as a pose for repose
When his soul froze I was detached and disposed
An unsightly and unkind sign of depose I suppose
But this person in plain clothes has superimposed ‘those’
With an AlgerNON Pinocchio nose that never grows
I’ve been overexposed to underlying lies that hid right under my nose
I secretly secrete secretions while trying to defy the bright night light that glows
Remaining insanely sane and composed, I chose to NEVER towel throw
Cause I KNOW, that even if certain persons think I suck, I know that I’ll never blow
I regurgitate hate that others iterate, to debate my fate and place my traits on a plate
Not too concerned with weight of the devastated elated displaced faces that inflate
For this prodigy progeny possibly was slumbering and bipolar times three stumbling
Yet forever severed by his internal inferno suffering while overcoming his stuttering
Feeling forever tethered to a clever endeavor yet always word fumbling & crumbling
From passive to aggressive, but then I learned to be a person assertive
Making my curses pretty and cursive, with every dispersed wit
Whenever I converse, with plenty persons that cause disturbance
It’s been more than one occurrence, that which I reminisce but have learned with
‘O poor SkTz’, is forever spitting building blocks with bricks in his scripts
Even when feeling disturbed, perturbed or losing his nerve and at his ends wits
He remains as a nearly sane, sometimes profane street scourge Cyrus
Writing and describing his defiant likeness on Egyptian papyrus on Osiris’ crypt
Never tried it, that gun violence but defied the statistical alliance described
I broke the code that I witnessed erode the very people that rode on that that road
Which is the very eery reasoning that I’m still alive and still fighting to strive
And when I was diagnosed and mental medication prescribed as a bribe
I had intellectually supported then thwarted, then their plans aborted
While I swiftly sniffed the prescriptive wit, and snorted my vision contorted
Knowing that one day my broken psyche, would most likely, get me rewarded
~SkTzO~
