Untitled or Entitled, It's still Indescribable

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"Woo Hoo!" Your mood, It's indescribable,/ after I untie you from my rivals;/ holding your ears captive through Tidal./ Spotify caught your eye. Rhapsody, you called, "your majesty"./ With nothing to save you, you look worried,/ and You scream, "Hurry!", so I stream words to serve thee./ Oceanic to a land mammal with my flow./ You never see your breath when you blow/ or wear a coat in Alcapoco. So,/ Cold lines let you know, it's a snow flurry./ Describe what I scribe if your eyes and ears left early./ Tongue-tied like a sphynx cat when it sees one furry./ Deaf ears hear, what my eyes have seen./ Blind eyes see when my inner ear rings. Though I haven't been winnin' in a minute;/ Sour about life, I've been pennin'/ cinnamon sentiments, with a hint of bitterness/ in these sentences. Witness this/ penmanship, I exhibit this like I'm senseless./ Limit this by describing it with words I learned at 10, in this./ Elementary on how I leave dents in this/ organ you call a mind. Organize rhymes/ while I vibe to organs. Mortgage rates climb/ the closer I get to dying. In Lansing, eyeing a prize,/ I've never laid eyes upon. I need a guide,/ as I travel on smooth pavement or loose gravel./ A bully to your cowardly ears. I grab you/ then drag you by your collar, and show you what rap do./ Inspire minds through rhythms that are written, I'm that dude./ I model the role of an imperfect man,/ who serves a perfect God, loves his fam and/ despite what the media is sayin',/ still has the the whole globe in His hand./ Since I'm made in His image, I got your whole lobe in my hand./ The life of my lyrics are sustained/ in your ears and in your brain./ In the clutch, I got gears that need to be changed./ I downshifted and geared up; hydroplaning in the rain./ God's GPS read that my blessed/ destination was just up ahead./ This poem captures no central theme./ I'm just scribbling what my soul has seen./ A visionary, who could've had his obituary/ read a year ago. It was pretty scary./ Horrific experiences/ made me experience this/ terrific testimonial. I hope you're hearin' this./ I'm killin' these lines. I hope you're fearin' this./ Eyewitnesses are disappearin' quick./ I'm smearin' this fingerprint as evidence,/ that I'm benevolent with these words. They're actually heaven sent./ I just "red dot" them on paper with no questionin'./ You've you got all the answers? Where have the questions went/ and why are you still getting tested then?/ You're a G, but still getting F's in this/ class I passed called English. I'm blessed with this./ You curse too much; foul language, on the net with this./ Martin would've wept at this,/ because slaves wore welts for this,/ behavior we display. We need to wear belts for this./ Across our backside, belts need to fly. Somebody needs to slap us 5 on the black hand side./ I'm quick to shake hands, but I got a back hand side./ Writing my wrongs is a hobby./ I'm not holier than thou and not Bill Cosby./ I will probably rape your conscience,/ insert hope, then take off runnin'./ Yet, motionless with God's statutes I come with./ But anyway, back to what I'm having fun with;/ back to these paragraphs, I engineer to the sun with./ I know no famous people, but stars I run with./ To be honest, I promise/ I'm just Putting apostrophe's on God's philosophies/ for you to become one with./ But While I'm in space, I hang commas on comets./ Then head back to Earth so I can vomit/ what my eyes have been confronted with./ Outside of D.C., they marvel at the rhymes I've bonded with./ My rhymes, I have breakfast, dinner, and lunch with./Urban Legends of my lit are now comic strips./ They're characters of their own. Their domain are my poems./ I'm exhausted from this travel; so much pain in my bones./ A Lot of war wounds from this battle, life's been off the chain. Roam/ like a foam mouthed rabid pit bull in your brain,/ words from heaven point you home again/ (a gain) to sit next to the One who sits on the Throne and Reigns./